I can honestly say I’ve kept every single card and letter a student has ever given me. They’re in a big folder on a shelf near the dining table, and I look at them from time to time to remind myself why I’ve been doing the darned job!
The words from the children are the best thing I could ever be given.
As a secondary school teacher, you don’t get loads by the way of gifts, but when I left my last school, the parents of my tutor group sent LOADS of stuff... I couldn’t believe it! I got a fancy gin glass (plus gin, hooray!), bottles of wine, beautiful works of art by artistic or cottage industry parents, etc. I kept/drank all of it!
Just today, I was called out to reception at my new school to meet with a member of my year 11 tutor group who left a couple of weeks ago: he’d been on holiday to France, and he picked out a fancy bottle of wine to bring back for me, then walked up to the school on a lovely hot day when he could be doing any number of things. But no, he wanted to come and visit, and give me a gift. And it meant the absolute world to me.
I guess in summary, as a teacher, I don’t really care if the kids get me gifts or not. I love ‘em all (mostly), and it makes no difference in how I treat them. Myself, I buy them loads over the course of a school year, in prizes, treats, craft supplies so we can do fun activities in SEN classes, and even just in bloomin’ stationery for the classroom, since no school can afford to keep you supplied all year anymore (it’s added up to well over £100 this year on black pens alone, even before anything else!).
But the best things ever, that will be kept forever, are the words that come from the students.