I’m not the first out teacher at my school, and I’m unlikely to be the last, but on this sweltering
classroom day in June something profound happened that was so small that it bowled me over with
hope and happiness.
I’ve been teaching for 7 years now and I always wanted to help students realise
that they aren’t ‘wired’ or ‘freaks’ when it came to their sexual orientation. I made a promise to
myself that I wouldn’t go in all parade floats and glitter cannons, although the latter is always a good
announcer, but I would not lie if a student out right asked me if I was gay, or married to a man.
Let’s set the scene. Geography individual projects on the Middle East. Starting the lesson with a
recap on how to structure an investigative report to my Year 9 class. General side track conversation
at the end of the starter refresh on the classes weekend and mine. Was asked about mine and I was
answering when one of the students piped up,
“You’re married sir?”
How he’s noticed only now after 2 years of teaching him I don’t know, but I answered.
“Yes, I am.”
“So, there’s a Mrs’?”
Without missing a beat, I reply “Nope.”
Another student replies, along with many of the students nodding, “Oh can we meet him?”
“Maybe.” I reply, releasing that I’ve just come out to my class and they just deemed it as nothing out
of the ordinary and that being married can be to either gender and it’s nothing ‘strange’ in that.
That moment gave me in that small passing conversation, the hope that this world, that can
sometimes dwell on the negative, has made progress and that we don’t always see that till it