When I was in high school I had a principal who had a genuine interest in the students. She would walk around the school and engage with everyone: teachers, students, cleaners and parents. She knew your name, your family members, and she would come and watch weekend sports. If you were in the schoolyard, she would often stop and ask how you were going.
Earlier this week I witnessed another day of the drama that goes with football games during the recess and lunch breaks at work. Boys were squabbling about points, arguing about who took the ball and the usual unfairness in the game. But on Friday, I witnessed something different when a boy in my class approached me crying and said, “I am so sad.”
Whenever someone asks me about my favourite school memory I get a warm feeling when I reminisce about my Year Two teacher and the time she spent each morning listening to me read. As a child I can still remember my teacher pointing out challenging parts in words, the clanging of her bangles as she held my hand for reassurance and the smell of her sweet perfume as she leaned forward to tell me I was ‘having a great go’. I cherished this time every day and from this connection, I became an avid reader. My love of reading came from this teacher who showed me the joy in taking my time to read and appreciating the wonderful stories that brought my imagination to life.
All around the world teachers are caring for, inspiring, nurturing and guiding children. These are our stories in our words in joy and appreciation of ALL that we bring!