Its been a quiet day at school, lots of work undertaken and loads of marking to do.
Mas came up to me with some work today, told me he needed some help. He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper and told me ' I am not very good at reading, thats my problem'. My heart melted. I told him I thought he was super. I told him to tell me what he was, he said super in a not to convincing fashion. So I told him to tell the class. Which he did, he shouted " I AM SUPER!' Then I decided he needed more so I sent him to the next class and told him to tell them too.
I expected him to go to the teacher and tell the teacher what he had to do. The class teacher told me at break what happened next.
She spotted him hanging about outside the door and beckoned him in. He opened the door, never let go of the handle, stayed in the doorway and shouted at the top of his lungs " I AM SUPER!" and swished back out.
This was all taken in good part apparently by everyone involved, I have no idea if this is because I have a reputation for weird or because he is known to be a really nice kid. The rest of my class were just stunned I sent him and let him do it. The thought sending the people who answered sums correctly around the class in a happy snoopy dance yesterday was quite different enough for most of them.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005