The Spoils of Success!

Yesterday was the  final day of  my school placement and what a brilliant last day it was.  I knew it was going to be action packed but never thought for one moment I would be striking some mean moves and attitude in a Hip Hop class, or sliding down the chutes with the children at Kidzworld. The fun did not stop there though we had a picnic in the local park and then headed back to school for music and outside Golden Time. In between the children sang a song  to say goodbye to me they chose 'How much is that doggy in the window' because of my big dog chievs lol. I also received two awards from the headteacher for all my hard work and achieving an 'A' in my Graded Unit, he was over the moon and shook my hand in front of all the teaching staff.    * blush*

Large card with individual artwork pockets

Children's artwork

The message from the class

My Head teacher Award

My sticker for being a top student

My beautiful gifts

The beautiful card message

The gifts consisted of perfume, chocolates and a gorgeous piggy lunch bag. One of my assessments whilst in attendance was to compile a story sack from a traditional story, I chose 'The Three Little Pigs'. (I will post pictures in my next post). 

The Happiest Day of my Life!

 

 In 2011 when I announced to my  G.P. and Psychotherapist that I wanted to go to college they both looked at me as though I was mad.  I was in the middle of receiving treatment for (PTSD) Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and not in a very good place,  I lost my job and became a recluse,  I locked myself away as I didn't know how to face my illness, let alone the world.    They told me that I wasn't ready for the pressure that a course would put on my body and brain and dismissed my wish as stupid.  I didn't listen to them, and today at  9.50am  I received the news and confirmation that my two years of hard-work,  no social life and my head jammed in books had finally paid off because today I qualified as an:

Early Years Practitioner 

And to top it off,  just like my course last year I have come out with an "A"  for my Graded Unit. A unit that caused me lots of anxiety "why?" because  I was terrified of  it.  I had never carried out any kind of research let alone put questionnaires, surveys and interviews together, but I tried my best and studied  what I needed to know, and it worked.  

I can't even remember being handed the piece of paper with my grade on it. My lecturer just sat and stared at me as I tried to take in what she had handed me.  She then burst out laughing at my reaction, which I have to admit took about 2 minutes to come,   I sat with wide eyes then a huge grin came over my lips and the words 'Really, are you sure?  I've passed.'  Then she winked and said 'Most definitely, well done.' 

So here I am at 16.30  telling the world and to be honest  I'm still kind of gob-smacked and dazed but you know what?

I did it!