It’s a funny little thing,
To know that you’re loved,
That they trust your word
And the advice that you give,
It hums in your bones
And puts warmth in your belly,
Knowing they like you,
That they care what you say.
I have a real issue with thinking that people don’t like me, so when I get proof that they do, it can sometimes come as a bit of a shock.
As a teacher, you are putting yourself up for being mocked, and being picked on by teenagers can be miserable. Teenagers are mean.
I have a slightly tricky Year 9 group and there are a couple of girls that are always sniggering in my class. I have spent the whole half term worrying that they hate me.
But yesterday, just before the end of lunch two of them rushed into my room and stood wuietly in front of me, quite obviously deliberating whether or not to confide in me.
“Tell her!” one hissed at the other.
“I don’t think I should,” whispered the girl.
I shifted my weight as I waited for her to word vomit whatever it was just before the bell.
I managed to get out of her that shee was having a friendship issue and she was wanting my advice on what to do. Her plan was to ‘get revenge’, which I told her may not be the best idea. I told her to enjoy her half term and have a break from social media and all the bitching that can go on between fourteen year old girls.
She nodded and off they ran, as the bell began to sound.
I was left standing in my doorway, wandering how I had gotten it so wrong again. I’m obviously doing something right and that was a nice feeling.