Peter made me realise I had to give the classroom back to my students and build school approximately them,not me[br]He was dragged into my classroom, clutched firmly by the arm as whether he would try to escape. “I don’t know what you will execute with him, or but we have given up,” I was told. “He is done with school.” I extended my hand to the mother in front of me, told her my name, or welcomed her and her son into my class. It was the first day of school and my first introduction to Peter*. Related: 'Show us that you care': a student's view on what makes a perfect teacher Continue reading...
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