Why are you leaving?

So it’s my final week at work this week. This means I am being asked why we’re going to China. A lot. So, as Tom has already answered this question, it seemed only fair for me to do so as well!

One of the most common reactions to the news that we have decided to move to China is to say how brave we are for doing this. I have to say that that is not a word I would use to describe myself (in spite of being sorted into Gryffindor). I certainly could not have imagined that this is where I would be now when I first moved to Spalding five years ago. I have read Tom’s post so I won’t repeat too much of what has already been said, but it is certainly true to say that I am a different person from who I was when I came to be Head of Department at The Grammar. The thought of going to China would never have occurred to me then. But when you are married to Tom you cannot help but catch his endless enthusiasm for experiencing new places. Our honeymoon to Thailand played a major part in opening my eyes to how amazing it is to explore a culture so different from your own.

Exploring the caves on our first day of Honeymoon

However, it was not until last summer that the decision was made. Tom had applied for a job in Singapore with Warhammer. Although, he didn’t get this job, this was the point where I realised that I could do this. And that I actually wanted to do this. The only snag, as Tom has mentioned, was my refusal to teach anything that wasn’t Classics. Luckily, Tom is very stubborn and determined and so managed to solve this problem!

The school I work at is very different to the school Tom works at. Coming from a family of musicians, House Music has always been the part of Kings that stood out in my mind the most. To come from a school where a House music competition did not even exist to one where the sixth formers not only directed but even arranged the music was inspirational. Nevertheless, like many teachers I have begun to feel the pressure. Particularly with trying to work full time as a mother. I suddenly understood why so many of my colleagues with children were part time but still felt that it should be possible to do the job and be a mother. Again, like many other teachers I also have to teach a second subject alongside Classics. The school could not have changed any of this but the thought of being in an educational system which might have a better work-life balance began to be very appealing.

I think it’s fair to say that this has still required a lot of soul searching for me. No matter how much of an adventure living in China will be, it still requires leaving my family behind. I don’t think I can explain how much I will miss them.

I am determined that Hector will still have a good relationship with his family even though we will be halfway around the world. We are lucky enough to live in a time when a regular Skype call can be made as well as planning on making regular trips back to the UK, most importantly to begin with with my sister’s wedding this year! Nevertheless, I do really believe that this is the most fantastic opportunity not just for us but for Hector as well, who among other things will no doubt end up speaking better Mandarin than us (my daily Duolingo continues as those who share an office with me well know but Mandarin is a tricky and elusive language to learn)!

Since having Hector I have also found my passion for running. I never thought that I could have run a marathon but now I break into a cold sweat at the thought of an injury. No sooner had I ran my first marathon than I was considering the next one (Great wall of China). Not only that but I have found a second family with the Halmer Harriers who have been the most important part of my running journey. I only hope that I can find a club as amazing as they are in Hangzhou.

I don’t know how this adventure will end or even how long it will be for. But at the risk of sounding cliched I do know that I don’t want to regret not doing this!

Katy

Finishing Up @ The Grammar

When starting up this blog, I couldn’t quite decide where to begin. Our initial landing in Hangzhou relaying our exhaustion and excitement? Perhaps an exhaustive documentation of the packing process? Maybe a sensible introduction to my family, who we are, what we’re doing etc. In the end what made the most sense to me was beginning at the end. (Quentin Tarantino style?) By the end, I mean the end of my experience working in both the UK and at a Grammar School.

When I first came to the United Kingdom in the summer of 2013, it was to teach my passion subject; History. So I did, for a year, but temporary contracts being what they are (temporary) I found myself needing a new position to stay in the UK. Thus I took up a position (Temporarily) teaching History at a Grammar School. Well…it was supposed to be a History position.

This particular Grammar School is a medium sized, Boys school with a history dating back to the reign of Queen Elizabeth; not that any of the students particularly seem to notice or care. A copy of the schools charter hangs upon the wall of a dark dank largely unused stairwell and despite a yearly celebration of the school’s founding (IE: an hour of sitting in a church being spoken to) you never really got a sense of the school’s history or identity. Anywho, I rocked up here September 2014 to teach History and immediately discovered that my job had been given to an entirely different teacher and that I would be joining an English department (My second teachable) working under joint heads of department who had similarly been informed that morning that they now had a different job to the one they had applied for. This was…annoying and I would have most certainly left the place after a year. If not for Katy.

This is Katy.

A year dating, a trip to Italy, Greece and then to Canada/USA later we were engaged. And our relationship hinged upon one thing really. Me staying at The Grammar. My Youth Mobility Visa was all but used up, a work Visa was required. I managed this by getting a permanent position, perhaps on account of me being the devil they knew vs the devil they…knew less. So I continued on teaching a subject I didn’t particularly enjoy to a variety of largely uninterested children.

That’s not to say it was several years of glum. Working in the same school as your fiance is (As I’m sure many Teaching Couples can attest) quite lovely. Furthermore I began a number of clubs for the weirder and thus much more interesting portion of the student body. Most notably Warhammer Club.

Duncan Freaken Rhodes!

At its peak we had just over 30 active members and our own entire classroom (albeit a derelict one) which we refurbished coating the walls with posters and art. We even had Games Workshop come visit us to film a promotional video! Of all the things I did at and for this school, this was probably the grandest. Closely followed by the similarly popular and well received Saturday Morning Youth Games Club.

This is a poster for it!

Running this with my BBF (Best British Friend) Jonathan Rowe was a blast and with any luck it’ll continue even after I leave. But none of this was enough to distract me entirely from the stark reality of teaching a subject I didn’t want to teach in a school I progressively wanted to teach in less and less.

I won’t specify what exactly it was which wore me down. I’m not going to publish dirty laundry etc. But lets’ just say that after Katy left to work at Kings School in Peterborough in 2016 (She may make a post about this!) everything just kind of went down hill. Alas I couldn’t leave, even after me and Katy tied the knot in August 2016, I didn’t yet have a residence permit and thus I continued to work at THE GRAMMAR.

3 YEARS LATER

I was a father now. Of this guy

I needed to get out. I needed to get out of here. After much research into what I already suspected about International Teaching I decided there was only one way forward. Going abroad. The problem, my dear wife Katy is a Latin Teacher. Latin/Classics is not super popular overseas on the International Teaching Circuit. Throughout all of Asia there are about 7-9 schools which teach it(Out of around 1300 schools). Luckily, I stumbled upon a new school which had JUST opened in Hangzhou China. Basis International School. This school just so happened to be looking to offer the wisdom of Ancient Rome to apart of the world the Romans only vaguely knew existed at all.

We applied. We got offered jobs teaching History (FINALLY) and Classics and we of course accepted. Naturally you’ll be hearing all about our lives working (Together again) here when I’m not documenting our adventures throughout China and the rest of Asia. I suppose now I ought to reflect upon my time at Grammar School.

Working at The Grammar taught me that life is far too short and the world is far too large and interesting to stay in one place. How long will we the Hopkins of Hangzhou be the Hopkins of Hangzhou (Well it is a 3 year contract)? Will the name of this blog need to be changed? Will we even make it three years!? As I often say to my wife. “I dun know.” But at the very least we’ll have tried to do something different and not continue to live in a prison of our own devising. Will I miss working at the Grammar School? Sometimes. Will I miss the boys and the staff. Certainly. Will I miss the beer here? That…remains to be seen.