Last yr (yr 3) was yet another year of being called in after school as ds had been playing up. All low level stuff, but bloody annoying and hard work I'm sure.
Basically, he was, and always had been, the naughty kid.
Then 2 months before the end of year he got a new teacher.
After 3 days she called me over at pick up.
Said he had been distracting, playing class clown, so she'd given him a maths work book for year 6 to try and keep him quiet for 5 minutes and he'd flown through it.
Said she knew then that he was bored out of his brain (bad behaviour still not acceptable obviously but said she understood it).
Anyway, ds went from being a little boy who was very negative about himself to just shining with enthusiasm, and some confidence started to come through.
I wrote her a card at the end of the year saying that I wouldn't be able to talk to her on the last day as I'd just sob, but that for the first time in 4 years, he was happy.
I didn't care about levels and stuff, just that he wasn't seen as, and saw himself as, the naughty boy anymore and that I just couldn't describe what that was like for us.
I'm welling up just writing this.
She saved him from himself really.