23/11/2024
Anyone who knows me, or who has been here for a while, will know I bang on about the impact my English teacher had on me.
So as we head through the longest, darkest, sh*test term, I just wanted to remind you that what you do matters.
I was about to start my training to become a teacher, I wrote to Miss Thompson to tell her that I was starting this course and was hoping to work in a PRU one day helping to support students who weren't thriving in a mainstream classroom.
Despite having not heard from me since I walked out of her classroom many years earlier, she responded with a long email, an extract of which is above.
Not only was she able to pick out details from our time together, but without any prompting or requirement she continued to build my confidence and reassure me that I had made the right choice.
And then, I had a moment at the beginning of the year where I received a message similar to the one I sent to Miss Thompson.
A former student wrote to me to let me know that he had got into a college in America on a football (soccer) scholarship. Attached to the message was the card I wrote him when I left the school in 2017 that he had kept.
All of this is to say 2 things.
1. What you do is important. The impact you have will be felt for years, and in ways you may not be able to fully grasp.
2. In order for you to have this impact, you have to look after yourself. There's a difference between "getting through" and "getting by"... and it isn't just a change of words!
3. You will have an impact by being you. But all of these moments aren't more important than looking after yourself. You can have this impact AND set boundaries.
So, there you have it. No real purpose to this other than the fact I hate having to limit teacher appreciation to one week in May.
And also to say, in the depths of coldness (yes I'm still wearing shorts let's all move on), there's always a light at the end of the tunnel.