The trials and glories of Class 3Z
Looking back thirty years
I repeat the question.
The largest boy in the class, a usually quiet pupil who appears to have quite a lot of respect from the rest of the class, decides to answer my question.
“Well, this is our last lesson with you, Miss. So we all decided to be well-behaved.’ He looks around the desks at the rest of the boys and adds with a clenched fist, “Or else!”
I am deeply moved.
They prove to be as good as their word.
During this quiet lesson, I see a note being passed around with a whisper to each person. I hope it is not going to be something to spoil their impeccable behaviour. Then a lad comes forward and says, “I expect you will throw it away but we all want you to have this.”
I open the folded note. Each person has written his name. I am deeply touched. What a way to end the last day of term.
I say, “You have given me the best present ever. I will always keep this gift. Thank you.”
Their beaming smiles tell me that maybe my teaching skills are not too bad. Surely something has been achieved with them?
Every so often I come across that list of names and, with a warm glow, wonder what has become of each boy.