This is little more of an anecdote of one of those magic moments that are really rather unique to teaching, that I don't think would occur in any other place than in our classrooms. In these hard times, it is ridiculously easy to lose sight of why became teachers in the first instance. I know I didn't join this trying profession for the money (if you did, more fool you), the status (we are ridiculed by the press on an almost weekly basis, what status?) or to manufacture data for league tables and Ofsted.
We are reading, and thoroughly enjoying 'Holes' by Louis Sachar. I have taught this novel since I was an NQT and I adore it. The class really take to it and we share the reading of the book by having various narrators, pupils reading out the character parts (honing their reading of speech punctuation and having to read a little ahead to anticipate their dialogue) and most of the class are involved.
The lesson revolved around making connections between Stanley Yelnats and Elya Yelnats, Stanley's ancestor. After starting the lesson with a 3, 2, 1 activity e.g.
Write down 3 things that Stanley and Elya have in common
Write down 2 questions you would like to ask Elya
Choose 1 of your questions to answer, in role, as Elya
I paused the lesson to use a 'meta main course' swiped from @thelazyteacher (Jim Smith) 'The Lazy Teacher's Handbook' along the lines of, 'What connections have you made so far?'
Most of the class were beavering away, helping each other devise responses to the questions and my gorgeous girls debating what to write down in their responses. I sauntered over to the back of the classroom and spotted a lad who hadn't really done a fat lot of work. He has more than a passing resemblance to one of the leads in 'Son of Rambow':