This is what No 2 wrote about this last year of school:
I liked sweety runs, Mrs MH's jokes and medieval history. Strictly come dancing and making knickers, going to the stadium for running and making cushions and having cake whilst doing fractions, Jubilee day and English revision and betting with Mrs MH, getting congratulated for doing good work.
But especially Friday's privilege and listening to music in class and the art was brilliant; making wall painting and drawing the queen to send to her.
Mrs MH's clothes were good.
Medieval day dressing up as peasants or knights or queens and doing jousting with Mr L and doing games with Mr E and Mr L.
And building castles and doing newspapers about charity day, that was awesome because I enjoed doing the sticking and designing them. Doing PE was fun, playing tennis on the astro and for some reason shaking Mrs MH's hand.
But the most awesome is she's the best teacher ever in the history of everything.
I know most of this won't make much sense to you, and the grammar is all over the place (and the spelling needed some help too) but trust me, this is a boy who hated school last year. Hated it. And the journey he made is a testament to the power of good teaching and awesome teachers.
It made me cry too.
