Last night I was sitting on the couch, having a bit of a sook to Ryan3 about how busy work is, especially the year 9 English Skills class, and how much I wish I didn’t have a double period with them tomorrow.
He looked at me and asked, “Is that the class you teach with P and D in it?” (P and D are his friends.)
“Yes, ” I sighed.
He looked at me as if I was barking mad. “They LOVE that class! P says it’s his favourite!”
“Really?!?” I sat bolt upright and stared at him. I was genuinely shocked. I thought that all the kids were forced to be there by their parents and so were harboring deep resentment and loathing.
“Yeah. P says that it’s the only class where he has fun. He looks forward to it, and so does D.”
Well knock me down with a feather. I can’t tell you what a difference it made to my attitude.