Subject: .. a lament ..Honestly - all things aside, I loved my classes as a primary teacher. I always sensed that my classes loved me back because I made them feel safe and set my expectations high. I was far from perfect, but I would always say to my classes that we were a family, that we needed to look after one another and that one day I wanted to see their names in bright lights.
Sandy popped in to see me last week. She'd been teaching Rajib (bright boy from your old class) that morning and had complemented him on his beautiful handwriting. "Where did you learn to write like that?" she asked. To which Rajib dramatically tossed back his head and lamented, "Arrgh, Mr Iqbal. The best teacher I ever had!"
Just thought I'd share that with you. It's sure to brighten up your day. Claire.