As teachers, we’re not supposed to have favourites, but I do. In fact, I have 5. Which either says a lot about my star sign or the fact that my class are so amazing, I couldn’t possibly choose just one.
For the first time ever, I’m going to initial all five children’s first names, in a random order that should spell out a random name of a child, who is not in my class. PIANU. (Because if I ever taught a child called PIANU, they would have to be on my favourite list, purely for the only reason that they have an unfortunate name…) PIANU is a lovely cluster of children in my class who can be relied upon to use perfect manners, smile at anybody, cheer you up when you are feeling sad, work effortlessly hard, present work neatly and listen carefully to every. Single. Syllable that you say.
They all have a happy outlook at school. They greet me in the morning with happy smiles which makes the start of those long, exhausting days worthwhile. They listen carefully, and are model pupils to those who could try harder in school, to do the right thing. At the end of the day, they will wish me a lovely evening after school. I will always call me her best teacher ever.
There is no other way to describe these 5 children, except by saying that I absolutely adore them. If my class was just these 5 children, 6 fold, it would be infinitely blissful to be at work every day. I’d be racing to work rather than racing home each day.
Each of these 5 children, speaks a different language at home, either Polish or Lithuanian, and I am always, wholeheartedly, encouraging them to speak their mother tongue in the classroom. It fascinates me to watch them flit between their own language and English with hardly any effort. I openly wish that I could understand them and their conversations. Who knows, maybe it will encourage me to learn some Eastern European languages to better my classroom practise?
On the last day of the Autumn term, I had some very sad news from one of their parents. They had received a letter from the child’s new school to say that a place had become available for them to start after Christmas. I could have cried. U looked utterly devastated and as though they could cry too. U’s dad said they might return for one day after Christmas to say goodbye to the class properly, before they move on to their new school.
I feel incredibly sad and bitter about the situation. Why does it have to be one of my favourites to leaves? Why can’t it be the Oracle? Or Chief Meerkat instead? The thought of replacing U is unbearable, but looking at the other children in my class, PIANU could turn into PIANO, or SPAIN, or PAINT, or PAINE… Unfortunately, with my class, the possibilities aren’t endless and there is only 3 or 4 children who could fill the colourful, little shoes left by U.
What am I going to do now? My favourite five is going to become four. 😭