I had to write about them really.
The main reason is that their journey has been my journey too.
I remember when I first started teaching. The lessons I prepared. The lessons that were observed. The mistakes I made. The inappropriate things I said. The inexperienced approach. The struggles. The trials.
So it was for them too.
They were in Year 9. I was a naive 27-year-old. Teaching was new to me. Being a teenager was new to them.
And now they are men…of sorts anyway!
This is why I’m going to miss this particular year in a different way to all the others: the observation and experience of their progression. For example, there is one boy I taught for five consecutive years from Key Stage 3 Geography to GCSE Business to A-Level Business.
There is something incredibly satisfying about contributing to someone’s progress in this way. It’s the reason (that gets forgotten all too quickly) why I became a teacher.
They should also know that they contributed to me in their way too.
For this I am truly grateful.
I like to think they’ll remember me too.
Actually – not so much remember me, as remember something I taught them.
May they go on to live their lives as they want and make cool things happen.
Maktub.
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