They breeze through life in a haze of chaos
Teaching others lessons outside schemes of work,
Beyond curriculum, worldly knowledge
Even I had failed to learn in my many years.
They’re loud, but all because they’re scared,
They’re petrified, they’ve seen too much
And we are left to pick up pieces skittering
Across the classroom floor, sharp and bitter to the touch
But we can heal those wounds.
There are some real characters that I have come across in the past few days. A lot of them have had really difficult lives and you have to smile at their resilience. They may be loud but it’s defence. Show the world you’re confident and soon they will believe it’s true.
The nice thing about being a teacher is that we get the chance to start healing some of those wounds. That’s a real honour and something I hope I don’t forget over the course of my career.