I saw the local news last night for the first time in several days. The main story was about further arrests for the murder last week of a young man in the town I used to live and work in. With a sickening lurch I realised I knew the young man in question. Although I had not taught him, I had fond memories of teaching his older sister.
Although all the details are not yet in the public domain, there is suspicion that the murder is drug-related. My heart is aching for his family. When I was teaching there, everyone in the school knew this child, but whatever choices may have been made in his life (and I read his Facebook page tonight so I am under no illusion) no family deserves this.
As I go to bed tonight, I am accompanied by memories of a 7 year old with attitude, frozen in time and I realise that this is the fate of primary school teachers; frozen moments. Life for these children moves on in all its splendid, turbulent, gory, glorious detail as they hurtle hopefully into adulthood and yet to us, they remain locked in that time, that 39 week window that we knew and taught them in.
RIP.
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My daughter teaches secondary school in Inner City Birmingham and sadly this has happened to her four times now...such a waste isn't it?
It is. It's really got me down. I don't want to experience it again.
Four times? That's so very sad.
She says that it is all part of inner city Birmingham, part of territory so to speak. Scares the heck out of me when i think about her working day...she is 5foot 2 inches and 7 stone wringing wet. ...but have also seen the great respect her pupils have for her. She makes me proud
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