But anyway, even if sounds perverted, I genuinely feel attached to my kids, I feel responsible for making sure that they pull through what can be a horribly difficult year OK, and now as they approach the end of Year 7 and I see that they're (mostly) maturing into a bunch of really great people, it makes me feel immensely proud. And for the ones that aren't quite adjusted to the secondary school way of life yet, I kind of feel compelled to make sure that I have a laugh with them as much as I can to get them a bit more acclimatised to getting along with people, as if it's my duty to make sure they catch up with the rest of the pack.
My mentor for IEC is involved with the pastoral care side of things so she tends to find out about some of the personal difficulties that these kids are going through, and there are a fair few of them. When I find out that X's mum is dying of cancer or Y's bad behaviour is really an attempt to cover up the fact that he's practically illiterate, it affects me horribly, it plays on my mind for days and it actually keeps me awake at night sometimes. People are often quick to dismiss Year 7's as blank canvasses but some of these kids are experiencing difficult personal lives on a scale which most people will never know at that kind of age, and they manage to hide it during school time impeccably.
So that's a post about my kids, the kids who've managed to wean me away from chasing a hopeless dream of a career in the aviation industry and towards what might just be my true calling. This whole post is probably a bit incoherent and poorly structured but that's exactly how I want it to be because it reflects how mind-blowing this whole experience is.
Until next time.
PMTP
PS- Actually teaching them isn't that bad either! :P
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