My poor little Year 7 classes are always bottom of my priority list. With three A level and three GCSE classes, they are the two I feel I’m least on the ball with. Maybe I’m being a bit hard on myself, but I always worry my lessons could be better planned, with better resources, their book better marked.
However, this year I’ve found these have been the lessons I’ve enjoyed the most. I love the enthusiasm of 11/12 year olds and their innocence. In each of the classes there are a couple of real characters, who really make me smile.
Last night was their parents evening. Even now after 12 years of teaching and becoming a parent myself, I still get nervous having to talk to the grown ups! I was fully expecting a few comment regarding the books maybe not being marked regularly enough, or there’s not enough homework set, or your not challenging my child enough.
Last night was one of my nicest parents evenings to date. Every parent was lovely and so many commented on how much their child was enjoying their Maths lesson this year. Forget getting outstanding by ticking boxes on an assistant heads checklist, these are the comments that tell me I’m doing (hopefully) a good job!
Since September I’ve watched nervous children grow in confidence in themselves and their ability and I hope I’ve played a small role in that. I love seeing the quieter kids start to raise their hand and get more involved in the lessons. I also love watching as they start to need less reassurance from me as they start to believe in themselves they are doing things right.
Almost every teacher questions themselves on a daily basis as to whether they are doing a good job. There are never enough hours in the day and we never get to complete jobs as well as we would like. As one parent left last night they said thank you. As I smiled in response they looked me straight in the eye and said “honestly, thank you so much for all you’ve done!”
It was a long night with sixty sets of parents to see, but I left on a massive high!