Admittedly, I do cry a lot at school. I’m an emotional wreck at the best of times. Usually I am crying because I am angry, tired or upset. Never in my wildest dreams, did I think I might actually cry in school because I am happy. If you had told me, this time last year, that I could be crying happy tears, I would not have believed you, but today, his lordship registered at his new school! Don’t worry, it’s not the end of the blog, I still have loads of old stories to tell, including the trip to the seaside…
In a moment of unprofessionalism, we popped party poopers during playtime. Then quickly tidied the mess away to hide the evidence. So many people have congratulated me today like I have completed an ironman race, or something just as strenuous. (Like teaching his lordship for over a year.) I’ve been unable to wipe the smile off of my face since 9:20am when the office called me with the good news I’ve been waiting to hear for so long.
With the reassurance that he will never return, I have observed my class closely today and realised how amazingly wonderful they really are without him. They have had to put up with him for, approximately, 3 years and 4 months! Luckily, I’ve only had to put up with him for 16 months. They know he was leaving because they made a
good riddance, I mean goodbye card, on Monday for him, but they don’t know that he has now left. For good. I hardly think they have even noticed he isn’t here, he’s hardly here anyway. I might wait it out and see how long it takes for someone to ask me about him. My money is on the chief meerkat being the first child to notice the large workstation is gone and his name is missing from the behaviour chart.
Whilst observing the class, I realised that he has actually made them the lovely class that they are. They are patient with each other because they’ve had to be patient with him for so long. They tidy each other’s mess up because they’ve had to tidy up after him for so long. They compromise to a point of relinquishing stalemate because they’ve never had the opportunity to get their own way with him around. They ignore low level disruptions around them, because he has always been a dim background noise for them. It has been rather peaceful without him. I would say, maybe a little bit too quite, but I don’t want to jinx things.
A part of me feels mean for being so happy that he’s no longer with us. Another part of me feels like I’ve earned my seat in heaven and no matter what I do that’s bad now, I have a no returns, non refundable ticket that gains me entry through those pearly gates.
One child who has really stuck out to me today is a girl I’m now calling my Mini-Me, because she is turning into a little TA in the classroom. She has been incredible today. She showed such patience and encouragement to my lowest reader this morning. She used ‘a magic pencil’ to read his book with him and then helped my TA hear him read aloud by helping him to segment sounds in words he couldn’t decode. It’s the same patience she has shown towards his lordship on many occasions, when compromise has been a difficult social skill to handle. She is such a star, it doesn’t surprise me that she wants to be a teacher too. I’m trying my hardest to put her off the idea, but I seem to be doing a great job of showing her how “fun and amazing” this career is.
As I wipe away a tear from the corner of my eye right now, I’m struggling to identify whether it is a happy tear that’s sneaking past me again or an exhausted, tired tear that’s telling me it’s time to catch up on some much needed sleep. Heaven knows I’m due a rebate in sleep right now. A week and 4 days until the Christmas holidays start. But in my classroom, you could say that they already have!
Merry Christmas everybody!