Stop the clock, I want to get off
Sell my wristwatch? That's supposed to make me calm? I remember - once - forgetting my watch early on in my teaching career. It was in the days before every physics department had a healthy stock of hand-held timers that would willingly display the time of day if the right combination of buttons was held down. In a panic, I stopped my sister, a pupil at the school, on the staircase and relieved her of her dainty timepiece. Calm was then restored.
Since the very first lesson I ever took, I have been aware of the laws of relativity that govern time in the classroom. Flashback: it's 16 years ago almost to the day, my second day of my first teaching practice. The head of maths is off somewhere and has given me sole charge of his class. I am too naive to realise that this is not the way things should be done.
There is a wee boy in the second row who keeps making low-level silly comments. The class have been left examples to do. I walk around. An hour lasts 90 minutes. This is mere baby-sitting. When I begin proper lessons, timings are written down on a lesson plan. If the class turns out to be a good one, the introduction to the lesson overruns but does not seem to, at least not to me.
The same temporal distortions were rife when I was a pupil. Some classrooms had large clocks with Roman numerals and minute hands that lurched grudgingly from division to division. Not that I always noticed. An absorbing science experiment, a play brought to life by an enthusiastic English teacher, a page of challenging but manageable equations - all could compact two periods into one.
I remember what it felt like and as a consequence still get a kick out of a kid saying, "Whit? Already?", when I announce that it's time to pack up. That was due to be the rather self-satisfied ending to this piece until a physics practical lesson was plagued by uncooperative equipment.
The laws of relativity proved to be still more complex. Trying to fault-find and simultaneously assist with investigations, I failed to keep up with the big hand. An hour passed in 30 minutes but the body clock said "time for bed" at half past two.
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