I might be four years through a university degree, but I still keep finding myself heading back to my old primary and secondary schools to help out or talk about my experiences of life after school.
With my practical exams (OSCEs) out of the way, I've come home for just over a week to have a change of scene while I'm revising for written exams. This fitted in nicely with being invited back to my secondary school to chat to some of the high-achieving pupils about studying Medicine.
I find some excuse to go back to my school every year and normally end up chatting to some of the older students who are at the time of applying to university and giving advice about personal statements and interview technique.
This week it was nice to have a slightly younger audience and to chat to some really enthusiastic pupils in years seven to nine. After a couple of quite tough, boring and slightly stressful weeks preparing for OSCEs, it was refreshing to go in and talk about all the best bits about studying medicine - it reminded me why I'm doing it! I was impressed at how many questions the pupils had for me - they definitely made good use of the opportunity.
When applying for medicine myself, I had excellent support from one of my teachers at school and so I feel I should try and pay this forward by going back to talk to students who are thinking about it, even if it's still a few years off in the future for them. Hopefully I've managed to inspire at least a couple of them! The only thing I'm not sure I'll ever get used is going back to school but getting called 'Miss'!
I also went back to my primary school for an hour in the afternoon as this week is Animal Week there. I took Saffy along to meet the nursery and reception children who absolutely adored her and Saffy lapped up all the attention (although I think she'd have quite liked a bit of peace to go exploring behind the tool shed). Luckily we weren't there on the same day as the guide dog because Saffy would definitely have been shown up, but she did behave herself very well considering there were about thirty very excited children all desperate to stroke her! I'm actually pretty proud of how well she coped with all the excitement - although she probably isn't in much of hurry to go back.
Do any of you ever get the chance to go back to old schools or workplaces?