I’m so tired, but I can’t seem to fall asleep. 

When I got home this evening, I coooked my dinner and ate it, I typed up a brief list of jobs to do tomorrow morning, during PPA, and started cleaning my living room. I even moved a cabinet from one corner of the living room, to the other at 9pm…why? 

Because I can’t seem to fall asleep this evening but I know exactly why…

Tomorrow I am likely to bump into his Lordship for the first time in almost a year. 😲

My new class are going to his school to participate in a workshop day. He is likely to be there and ever since I realised that his school is that school…I’ve been apprehensive about the visit. (And slightly more concerning… a little bit excited – maybe because he isn’t my monkey anymore?) 

There is a small chance that I probably won’t see him, he could be on his reduced timetable still and seeing as I am only there for the afternoon now, we might not even cross paths, but there is also a likelihood that I will see him. (Or hear him at least!)

I don’t want to bump into him unexpectedly. I’d rather see him on my own preparedness so I can control myself and not poop my pants when I hear his growl or usual noises around the corner. 

One thing I am sure about though, is that if I do happen to ‘bump’ into him, whilst I am at his school, there will definitely be an amazing blog post tomorrow night/Friday about it all. 😂

The Golden Child.


As a teacher, you often find yourself feeling like you have an entire class full of little monkeys. Occaisionally, you find yourself teaching an angelic child that no matter what they do, it’s always the right thing or just perfectly, honest goodness. 

I have a young man who I am officially naming my Golden Child because he has the purest heart and kindest intentions of any child I have ever had the pleasure of teaching, so far. He is so lovely that I just can’t pinpoint an exact adjective that describes him wholly. If you think of all the positive adjectives, that you’d use to describe a wonderful person, you’d have to use them all to describe him.

The reason why I have named him the Golden Child is because at the end of our second day at school, he openly invited the loneliest boy, in my new class, to his house for dinner. He asked his Mum and his Mum agreed so he absolutely, genuinely invited his new friend over for tea on a Friday evening. I watched in sheer admiration as a little man (from my class) did something incredible to make another child feel like he was worth something. You could tell that the lonely boy was over the moon at the invite. He could hardly believe it was happening. He just didn’t know what to say at first. 

I had spent the entire day ranting on about how important it is to be kind to one another, to do the right thing, even when nobody is there to give you credit for it. He has obviously listened, because that is exactly what he did after school. 

I’m thrilled to have him in my new class and will be sure to mention (quietly) just how proud I am of him. I can already sense that his confidence is not what it should be, as he is still labelled as the “new kid” amongst his peers. He hasn’t found his place in the hierarchy of the class yet. But I’m going to try my hardest to make sure he rises to the top and is seen as the kindest boy in the class. Because that is exactly what he is. Who knows, maybe I’ll write a book based on him one day? 

Wonderful writers

I am so happy to declare that I actually have some wonderful writers this year. 

Whilst writing descriptions, some of my class managed to use the WAGOLL that we reviewed to inspire them to write their own journey descriptions. 

Soooome… were even inspired by the WASOLL! They used the good ideas in it (only they used them correctly) to structure their writing. 

I can’t tell you how delighted I am to finally have some children that enjoy writing and write very well indeed. I can actually teach them how to improve their writing because there is so much potential to work with. I have two brilliant writers. One of them wrote this: 

The bright city lights were just fading away as the bear whispered goodbye. The bear’s oars were slicing through the water like a knife through fruit. “I can’t feel my chubby legs.” He cried. The atmosphere changed to a sandy beach-like shore in the middle of nowhere. The talented bear woke up to a horrific sight. His canoe and oars were wrecked. “NOOO!” He screamed in horror. The bear ran like a cheetah through the snow as fast as he could. The bear (not knowing where he was going) ran to the top of the mountain. “Aaahh!” He cried as he looked down. The sight he next saw was magnificent. The lively forest he knew, was there in front of him. He decided to climb the tall tree to spot his friends. “I’m here!” He shouted. 

I just couldn’t help but squeal with delight whilst I was marking their writing tonight. It’s been so long since I had a class that listen and act upon advice, when I spit out alliterative sentences and reminders to include similes or adverbial clauses. They actually included them in their writing. 😲 I can’t wait to do some more writing next week now. I’m itching to start making the progress. 

Maths on the other hand, is a completely different story this year. It’s the complete opposite to my previous class! 

But I’m so excited to write. 😆

When “No,” doesn’t necessarily mean “No,”

Today I met my new class and got a real taste for some of the new characters.

Halfway through this afternoon, one of them really, really, really, really, really wanted to go to the toilet whilst another child was in the toilet at the same time. 

I explained why he couldn’t go so he went and sat back down at his table, but didn’t do any work. 🙄

A few minutes later he returns to my side and requests to go to the toilet again. I re-explained why he couldn’t go. 

“I don’t trust you to be in the toilet at the same time as X without messing around.”

“But you could just tell me off, when I get back, if I’ve messed around.” He replied.

“Or I could just tell you to go and sit down and wait until X returns so I don’t have to tell you off when you get back? How about that option?” 

He returned to his seat, but not without muttering to himself and looking at his book, patiently waiting for his pencil do his work for him.

A little while later, he returned and asked again. 

This time I could say yes because X had returned from using the facilities.

Thank goodness. 

The final curtain.

It’s been a long old 3 years. I’m leaving my school for new adventures in a new school, and have said most of my goodbyes, I know that I will see many of my friends and colleagues again soon so it’s not goodbye, it’s see you later. 

Two of those years has been with my lovely little class. I know I winge about them a lot but I’m really going to miss them. Yesterday was my very last day as their teacher. We had a long assembly, a playtime and then our party began. A donut, a few biscuits, some popcorn, lemon squash and a party bag later I was being squashed with gratitude hugs after the children had all opened their gift bags.

When it came to handing out the present bags, I knew that by handing the first child their bag, they’d open it, find the main present, squeal and blurt out the surprise. So I put a few rules in place. Apparently it takes a goody bag with a surprise in to get them to follow an incredibly hard instruction for an 8 year old to actually, physically follow. So the rule was that as I placed their present bag in front of them, they were not allowed to touch it or look inside it. Not until every child had received their bag. Of course, Meerkat, Tigger and the Oracle had to be saved until last because I just could risk trusting them and them then taking a peek, thus spoiling the surprise. Many children needed to sit on their hands because temptation was just too much. Their own choice, not my instruction. 

Once all of the bags had been placed in front of them, I teasingly watched them squirm and giggle with excitement. Only one child was allowed to hold her bag, but only because it kept threatening to fall over and spill its contents onto the table. So she held it up but kept her eyes closed and the bag at arms reach. “Ok when I count to 3 and say have a look inside, you’re allowed to open your bags and check out the loot.” I then had to explain that loot was pirate talk for treasures. Which garnered their attention even more!!!

“1…” they still hadn’t peeked. Unbelievable. 

“2…” they all shuffled on their bottoms and giggled at each other with anticipation. The fact that even Tigger, Meerkat, the Oracle and a few other children were playing along and didn’t peep inside the bag was freaking me out.

“3…” squeals, chuckles and eyes closed shut ready for the magic word… I held on for a few seconds longer and watched them die with the agonising wait.

“Have a look inside!” Everyone of them, immediately, jumped into their goody bags and a chorus of surprised, gobsmacked wonderment filled the room. 

In complete and utter amazement, one boy in my class, who has a very neglected home life, stood up from his seat and hugged me (as tightly as he possibly could with his skinny arms) to say thank you. He received a gift he had been waiting for, for what probably felt like forever to him…all of the other children followed his lead and we ended in up in a massive group hug. 

If there is one thing that I knew my class would appreciate and love, more than anything in the world, it’s a fidget spinner! Many of them have one already. Some have a whole collection of them. I saw them for £1 each at poundworld a few weeks ago and just knew I had to clear the shelf! 

As the children returned to their seats, I explained that obviously they might have a colour they would like to swap, so they were allowed to swap colours but not swap for different items. As swapping began, party whistles were tooting around the classroom and the party was in full swing. I played some music and they all sang along. 

Before lunch, I was hugged many more times and thanked with genuine appreciation. They all knew that I didn’t need to buy them a fidget spinner and some knew how costly they were 😉 because their parents were unable to afford one. They realised that I had shown kindness and spent rather a lot of money on them! The fact that I had bought them one each when Tigger announced that they are usually “roughly 6 quid each!” Left echoes of gasps and thanks around the room. 

I know that for many of my children, they will probably spend the summer having gorgeous holidays, playing outside and doing lots of fun things with their parents, but for others it’s a whole 6 weeks of games console amusement and fast food eating whilst entertaining themselves. I’ll probably never find out how their summers were, but I’ve loved every minute of being their teacher. Even the challenging minutes of the days in hindsight. I know that I’ve said goodbye to them the best way I know how and despite initial tears a few weeks ago, they were all emotionally ready to say goodbye on the last day. I was sad to see them go but held back the tears to keep the moment happy and cheerful. Just how I’d like to be remembered by them all. Rather than the grumpy teacher that complains when they forget to use a ruler for underlining the date or haven’t followed an instruction to the T.

The best part of the day was at the very end when Tigger told his Nan that I’d bought them all a fidget spinner each. He told her that I’m so rich, I live in a mansion with an Aston Martin AND a Bugatti in the driveway! 😂 oh the stories that child can think up. I’m going to miss him.

I’m going to miss them all. 

Ripping off the plaster.

Today, my class have spent an amazing day with their new teacher. After suffering with my awful jokes, random requests, stories and day to day bossiness for almost 2 years, they are more than ready for a new teacher. Despite what they might think. 

I’ve spent two weeks building up to today, preparing them and making it an exciting day to look forward to. For some children, it has been more of a stressful time than for others. Not knowing, makes things scary scometimes and not knowing who their next teacher would be, next year, has been scary for them. They’ve worried, they’ve lost sleep, they’ve badgered me for so long to find out who their new teacher is. Usually, I’m rubbish at keeping secrets and surprises, but actually, I’ve done quite a good job at keeping this secret inside.

During assembly this morning, I reminded my class, several times, in fact, to sit beautifully, in case their new teacher was watching. (Even when he wasn’t in the hall, yet!) They all wanted a well known year 4 teacher. When they found out it wasn’t me, she seemed to be the next best thing. Then they found out that she wasn’t even teaching year 4 next year, so they clung to the next best thing after that, another popular and well known year 4 teacher. This morning, they found out that in fact, they had a male teacher. Some were excited and some were still unsure. None of them seemed to notice that I followed them to their new classroom and then disappeared without a class of my own, after that. 

As I’ve seen them around school today, when asked how they like their new teacher, they’ve been mostly positive. Even the ones who weren’t sure initially. He seems nice and appears to more bossy than me, as if there is such a thing? If I had a pound coin for every time one of them has asked me who my new class are next year, I’d be good for the summer! For them, it’s been a fun filled day of getting to know a new teacher whilst I’ve printed all of their reports and planned some fun things to do in our final weeks together. 

But the tears had to come sometime. 

When they returned from their transition day with their new teacher, I broke the heartbreaking, earth shattering news that I actually have not been with my new class today. At first they were confused so I carried on explaining that I don’t have a class in this school next year. One child even asked me if I would be cooking the dinners instead. Thankfully, the school is safe from food poisoning because I’m going to be teaching at a different school. When it finally clicked, half of their heads hit the table as they let the news sink in. As I carried on explaining that I am going to be teaching year 6 in a different school in Peterborough, the tears started. A quarter of my class started sobbing and couldn’t hold back the tears myself. 

I announced a party on our very last day together, handed out invitations and tried to cheer them up with watermelon slices. For some, it worked, for the criers, they needed to splash some water on their face and grab some tissues. I hid my tears behind my sunglasses and started a game of ‘heads down, thumbs up’. 

As I sent them out of the door at 3:05pm, some children, who had been strong and held the tears in, crumbled once they reached their parents – which garnered some weird looks from the mums and dads outside. No doubt I’ll be popular on the playground tomorrow morning. 🙄

So I did it. I revealed the secret I’ve been keeping from my class, since March. It feels great. It’s also very sad. I’ll tell you one thing though. I’m so glad that I did it at the end of the day today, rather than at the start of the day tomorrow. I don’t think I could find enough tissues in the school or deal with the howling sobbing coming from some of the children. The last hometime is going to be excruciating and emotional one for us all, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. 😂

All you need is positivity.

In the current education climate, it is very difficult to be positive about the job. The hours are long, the work is relentlessly tiring and support is somewhat lacking from the higher powers that be.

When I look at all of the Instagram posts of teachers in the USA and Australia, it seems, to me, that maybe they love their job more than we do in the UK. They find joy in the smaller and simpler things in the classroom. They laugh at the incredible bloopers that happen and the massive LOLs that occur. The share their teaching styles, bargain finds at Target 🎯, their successes and epic fails. But most importantly of all, they openly share everything with each other. Granted Teachers Pay Teachers provides a little extra income for shared resources as well, but they don’t hesitate for a moment to help each other out. They share because they care. 

It’s created a positive environment online that allows me to see the good within the job I have. When I momentarily forget why I do what I do, day in and out, I look at Instagram and the many American and Australian teachers that I follow, and I feel lucky to be just like them. Lucky to teach amazing children, lucky to be able to help improve the future, lucky to be able to see amazing practise online and replicate it in my own classroom. Sometimes, it doesn’t quite work with my classs, so I adapt what I see and find what does work. 

These teachers, that are half way across the globe, are inspiring me to be a better teacher for my class. 

I know that I moan a lot in exasperation with my day to day antics, but I know there is more positive aspects to my career than I can maybe see. There’s more appreciation for the simpler classroom hacks that we fail to recognise in our exhausted and negative state of mind. I’ve decided to improve my positivity on social media accounts. Share my ideas, the LOLs, amazing displays, my OCD organisation and resources that I make. 

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