If I had more energy right now, I’d whack out a parody to the Les Miserables epic song. But it’s 19:02 and I’ve just woken up from a nap that probably started about 2.5 hours ago!?
We have one more day left until we break up for the shortest Christmas holiday of my life. The children are exhausted, I’m completely zombified and the thought of waking up for one day more of Christmas “fun” makes me want to hibernate. (Which is what I shall be doing in 24 hours time – entering hermit hibernation mode until 03.01.17)
Considering the general state of affairs in my classroom, we had some exciting news today…we were the politest class when collecting our Christmas dinners last Thursday! Cue the happy, proud tears I held back in assembly. When we got back to our classroom, with our loot of haribo prizes, one child remarked bluntly, “This has never happened to our class before, because (his lordship) always spoiled it.”
It is clear to see how one child, can truly change a class. Before my class would not have even bothered to say thank you because it wouldn’t have been worth the effort, if he wasn’t even going to bother and work as a team with them. Now, they want to be the best they can be and will happily work together to ensure that they are. I’m nagging them constantly that manners cost nothing and pay dividends. Even to collect a certificate in assembly, a “thank you very much” goes a long way. If they remember, they get a smile and thumbs up from the sidelines, if they don’t, they get a stern reminder back in the classroom.
Even with our newbie, who is proving himself to be handful (but not half as much as his lordship used to be) we are managing to show kindness towards each other, respect and compassion. We are working together and aspiring to be better than we ever thought we could be. Compliments are thrown around the room, amongst the children, that make my heart melt when I hear them.
Something has changed within me too. I’ve realised that I don’t hate my class, as much as I used to think I did, last year. They aren’t that bad actually. I’ve had worse years. Now his lordship has gone, we relax more and have sensible fun without going overboard or ending up in tantrums. We share, we wait turns, we listen – oh my goodness, I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have 28 children to listen and actually listen because they aren’t trying to drown out his background noise. We say sorry, and mean it, accept that accidents happen and move on. If an incident happens in the classroom, it’s actually over and done with within a matter of seconds because sincere apologies are exchanged and then the children just move on with life in general. We still like to throw each other under the bus every now and then, to keep me on my toes, but if that’s the worst thing I have to deal with in January, I can live with that.
When you are at the start, or in the middle of a long term, with a stressful, demanding and relentless class, you only see the negatives that are weighing you down and slowing the day to the pace of the Earth’s orbit around the sun! When that negative shadow of doom has gone, you can start to see light at the end of the tunnel. My light is less than 24 hours away. (I’m so tired, I can’t even work it out exactly, which would be nice to know.)
Just one more get up.
Just one more day.
I can do this.
(Only if it is acceptable to sleep under my desk, whilst the children colour and watch DVDs!?)