captn-sara-holmes:

So I’ve had a refugee join my class this week, and he’s got pretty minimal English. Hasn’t stopped the kids in my class in the slightest though: they’ve helped him with his vocab work, kept him company while the rest of the year rehearses the end of year play (because its about evacuees and the air raid noises freaked him out), invited him to play every game.

And TODAY OH MY GOD TODAY we had assembly, and every week one child per class gets a headteacher award for doing something great. After the awards had been dished out, one kid puts his hand up and frantically whispers to me “can i say something?” Now this lad is what we usually refer to as a lovable rogue. I give him the benefit of the doubt, wave over to the headteacher and kind of derail the assembly, going “um yeah I think one of my kids wants to say something?”

This boy stands up. Takes a deep breath. Says in front of the whole motherfucking school, all 500 kids and teachers, “so this is my new friend, he’s only been in England two weeks and only been in school two days but he’s trying really hard with his English and he’s really kind. So we think be should have an award too.”

Everyone clapped and I was just a sobbing mess at the back, mascara everywhere, girls in my class going “Miss are you okay” and patting my shoulder and I’m just like “yeah you guys are just so awesome that my eyes are leaking.”