Every now and then, I get soppy. Well, in all honestly, that happens a lot. Today has been a mad paced day. Schools are full of energy and it's easy to miss stuff. I would say that it's impossible to focus on everything at once. It's like a field of daisies: it all looks the same, but there are an infinitite amount of variation.
In 2012, BBC 2 came up with the poem below. It's a cento, created from an amalgamation of other works. I look at it often and it inspires me. To me, it speaks of our mission as teachers. It gives me goose bumps and gives me inspiration. I don't think it needs any more from me.
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen,
But still I long to learn tales, marvellous tales,
Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest,
How others fought to forge my world.
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What wild ecstasy?
How far the unknown transcends the what we know.
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Step forward,
To feel the blood run through the veins and tingle
Where busy thought and blind sensation mingle.
Come, my friends, ‘tis not too late,
For we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems;
To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield.
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