This afternoon I had a double year 9 lesson after lunch. I was tired, hadn’t eaten enough and wasn’t looking forward to it.
They’re a beautiful bunch of kids, but they’re hard work. They’re easily distracted and if they get stuck on a question they have a tendency to give up and get off task. It’s always tiring to have to repeat “keep going”, “focus” or some similar phrase over and over for an 100 minutes.
Then three really lovely things happened.
- I was helping a student with a question when his friend piped up with “Miss, I like having you as a maths teacher. You explain things really well”
- One girl commented to her friend “I actually think I’m going to learn a lot of maths this year!”
- One boy, who at first glance seems to be a trouble maker, struggles with maths and would prefer to not try than look silly. I was sitting with him today working through some problems when he slowly started to get it. The smile on his face and the pride that was shining out of him when he started getting questions right was absolutely beautiful.
And with those three little moments a lesson I was really not looking forward to left me feeling all warm and fuzzy on the way back to the staffroom.