Dear people of Year 4,
It has been a whirligig, a blast, a firework display, a series of laughing attacks, the height of drama, the depths of tragedy and a whole lot of learning to boot.
If I were Charles Dickens, not only would I be confused being incarnated as a female primary school teacher in Hertfordshire in 2017 but I might also say of the school year,
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
The French revolution vs the school year…..I consider that both contain much heightened emotion and lots of grazed knees. Let us overlook the heads. I have so enjoyed the last two years and watching the children grow that I am almost too moved to write it down. They have all demonstrated talent, skill, determination and integrity. I’ve seen how they have striven when inspired and what they’ve achieved when driven to. I see what wonderful human beings they are and how they have injected such joy in my life. To them and to all their families I give my gratitude, my heartfelt and sincere thanks and I hope we will continue to meet on that stage… Thank you for the gifts, the messages, the contributions to our school life, the smiles at the door, the conversations and all that love. It takes a whole village to raise a child and that’s what we’ve all done together.
Blessings and prayers for a safe and happy holiday.