This is why we teach

I had my last lesson with my year 7s today. It was P6, after lunch. A lot of the girls were quite early and one of them walked in with her arms outstretched saying, "Misssssss". I stood there and I remember panicking, thinking "is she, oh crap, yeah, she's going to hug me". I stood there with my arms pinned to the side feeling incredibly awkward but also so moved and touched. A few of the other pupils hugged me too. As someone who doesn't instinctively hug, it really highlighted for me why I teach. It was a lovely moment. I know that they will forget me soon enough and I know that they'll move on, but in that moment where they realised that it was my last time teaching them, they were sincere in their sadness.

I have had a lot of tough lessons that I forget my good classes. I want to remember this. When times get hard T, remember that they're just kids. They are only ever kids.

They are complicated, troubled and messy but then so are you.

Today wasn't too bad.