We had 'Dress up as grownups day' on a Friday where our children had to come in dressed as what they want to be when they are grownup and where the teachers had to come dressed as kids. I chose to utilise my own wardrobe as usual to create an outfit- I was thinking of the Angela Brazil school books as I did it and was called Madeline by the other teachers all day. Apparently some French book character or other- I'm presuming it's one of these pictures.
The outfit consisted of: H&M beret, Monsoon tartan wool dress, white blouse- Racing Green, Tie- CBC's reject, White tights- ancient ballet tights, long socks- Primark, Red shoes- Red or dead, hair ribbons- Primark.
I have to say- though this was a costume. I'd gladly wear this outfit again, without the white socks and tights and maybe different shoes and different hair!! It was comfortable and neat!
Before the day, two girls have come up to me independently beforehand to say they were dressing up as me!!! I was rather touched, particularly as they are such sweet girls. The one in Year 6 has already got a headstart as for Jubilee picnic last year, she came in a 70's get up that made all the kids call her Miss A all day! PLus she loves hats too! It's moments like those that make you really love this job. It was really lovely to see what the children want to be as grownups. They are an ambitious lot and I was pleased to see lots of varied professions rather than the feared 'X-factor' clones that one speculated over! Artists, scientists, computer programmers, doctors, surgeons, teachers, ballerinas, dancers...
Children have the most wonderful way of saying things to you sometimes that really touch you. Like those two girls. Like the year 4 girl today who told me she had written her own Christmas carol after I said I was composing them a new one every year. She then said how much she loves music lessons with me. Another child yesterday, in year 2, after learning 3 new Christmas songs for their nativity said "I realllly love that song!". He's not usually at all enthusiastic in music and is usually a right pain but sat there singing his heart out for an hour!. Another child who told me she was going to rewrite her own version of the story of Harriet Smithson and Hector Berlioz with role reversals and a twist on the story after I've been studying 'Symphony Fantastique' with them. Like the army of boys and girls that begged to come and audition to sing the solo for the service-despite being young and never having done it, not least in front of 240 other children! The gleeful 'Yessssssssssssss' when they asked if they had music and I confirmed yes. The zeal they have for singing the Christmas songs and how they broke into spontaneous applause after they'd sung a new song well. The way I can throw really hard songs at them in Singing assembly and they are totally up for it. The letter I had from a parent yesterday saying that she was so glad I had chosen her boy for a special Christmas choir and how much she values the fact the school has a music teacher 'like me'.
I really want to treasure and write down these moments. Small passing comments, fleeting moments that it is so easy to forget but I want to treasure and hold deep in my heart when I am overworked, tired, depressed, daunted by OFSTED, daunted by demands and overwrought. I cherish these moments and I count my blessings it is my privilege to hear kind, sincere words from these small people I teach.














































