January 7, 2008
I’m back! and it’s now 2008.
I am setting my self a new resolution for this new term and new year, to blog at least twice a week from now on. This is for my own good and also at the request of a couple of my students who have also asked me when I will be starting again.
Term started today, the teachers look bleary eyed and the pupils are keen and eager. It seems to be a general mixture of excitement of seeing friends again and tiredness of having to get up early.
At the school Christmas service I was down one reader due to the Sixth Form being dismissed early, and it was proving difficult for me to get another one. During one breaktime I approached a few pupils in the playground to find someone to read, most said no. Then whilst I was asking a “good” pupil to read, one of his friends, a less reputable friend at that, said he wanted to read. I explained that he would have to read in front of the whole school and that he had to read well but none of this put him off. I, however, was still rather apprehensive about giving the reading of Jesus’ birth to this unreputable disorganised pupil at the school Christmas Service. So I told him that the first practice would be in my room at 8.15am the next morning, then again after school. I fully expected him to forgot and not bother, so I then proceeded to try and find another reader.
Low and behold, 8.15am arrives and he come running through the door to my classroom. He apparently had forgotten but had sprinted from home to get here on time. I was still unconvinced about giving him a reading. So I gave him a practice sheet and told him we would practice properly after school. Thinking that that would put him off. But once again I was proved wrong, he turned up prompt and practiced, having apparently practiced by himself through lunch.
The penny finally dropped for me at this point, I decided I would give him a try, he was obviously dedicated and keen. The service came on, and he did really well, he read clearly and meaningfully, so much so that he was even praised by his friends, he was beaming ear to ear as he left school.
I realise now that I was really slow to grasp his potential, but in my defence, before the service started he was actually asked to move from the reader’s seat by two different teachers who were certain he was sitting in the wrong place or trying to cause trouble.
This morning I processed is commendation certificate on the school computer system and noticed that it was the first positive entry on his record for two years, I was feeling warm inside, I felt even better when he came and saw me later on to thank me for letting him read.

