Three years ago this Christmas a former student (from a class of 9 Eng Lit A Level) killed himself after his first term at Uni. The following year a girl from the same class lost her battle with anorexia. They were both marvellous writers and wonderful students.
Yesterday, the teacher in charge of assemblies came up to me at break to run the Remembrance Day assembly past me - he does this every now and then so I can recommend readers. We used to give him an example of year 9 poetry they'd written in the WWI unit. He'd dug out the one he thought was the best ever. It was the poem the first student wrote back in Year 9. It is brilliant. It contains a line at the end 'will you remember me when I'm gone'.
I'm crying again now.