When we sometimes get reminders that we are appreciated.
I got a bunch of flowers from a year 13 yesterday. I haven't taught him since year 9 but we often stopped to chat in the corridor. I first taught him in summer school the year before he joined. It was a lovely reminder that you never know the impact that you have on them. I didn't have a year 13 this year but it was lovely how many of them took the time to say bye Miss. It was a little reminder that when the job is good it rocks (and made up for behind the scene timetable Wars).