This was going to be about lesson observations, then I thought, “Sod it, it’s Christmas, who wants to read about lesson observations”. So I thought I’d cheer you all up with a maudlin tale about christmas past.
It was my sons year five christmas play last night. They did Dick Whittington. It was brilliant. Great singing, wonderful costumes, and a very happy boy singing in the car on the way home.
Before the play started I was, of course, fiddling with my phone and saw this:
Which reminded me of times past in a 12 form entry school. Christmas was wonderful, made special by the traditionally competitive rendition in year assemblies of “The Twelve days of Christmas”. There is truly no joy I’ve felt quite like being among 300 children singing because they want to. I don’t think I’ve ever felt quite so human as on those mornings in the…
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