Being a teacher has some un-price-able fringe benefits. Apart from everything else I do, I'm also still in the classroom and am reluctant to leave.
I never, ever, go to bed wondering about whether my work has been worth it, whether it 'means' something. I'm very lucky!
Now, I mention this because an ex-student who I taught French for a number of years, has cropped up on... wait for it... Cleo's Bachelor of the Year list, partly by spinning out some seductive French.
HA HA HA!!!!!!!!
Here's a video of him. I remember his mannerisms from 'back in the day'.
He's endlessly cheerful, always laughing, always making people around him laugh.
Good on you Josiah Cameron! Go for it!
And that's it for every young person with whose lives we have the privilege of intersecting, influencing.
They're all pure potential: bundles of possibility not yet collapsed into actuality.
They'll not only see a future we'll not see, they'll create it.
Even though I can articulate with increasing clarity the dysfunction of the construct of 'school' - still it remains the best job in the world... a privilege to work with younglings-under-construction... who knows where they'll go or what they'll do!