An Open letter to my Class on my 28th Birthday.
Dear Class, It’s only been a week, but I am really missing you all. How will Johhny’s obsession looking for ‘snakes’ (worms) in the playground have developed? And is little Anna still refusing to eat her food at lunchtime? Does James still feel ‘ill’ during maths, and will Kamil be friends with Tahir now? Will Ziyaad begin to speak in full sentences, and will Alice finally share her toys with Jack? Does Sandy need behaviour interventions and should I move Kylie up a Reading Level? These are my first thoughts when I wake up. From the moment I wake up, my mind is thinking about your wellbeing, how I can make lessons fun for you, and what resources I need to prepare. It feels strange waking up and not having to think about how I’m going to teach you adding today, and it certainly feels strange not having my dress tugged, my face turned forcibly for attention and (though I don’t miss this bit ), having to hold back a look of shock as I discover I have just hi5ed ...