Saw a long row of bulrushes when out walking today, and they reminded me of my favourite "When I was a teacher" story. It was my very first class, 6 year olds. Chris came runnng in clutching a picture he'd drawn me - he said it was "cos of the lesson we did yesterday miss"
I thought hard. I didn't remember any lesson that this picture might relate to, but new teachers are told never to let on you can't recognise the subject of the little artist's work.
"Tell me all about it" I asked.
"Well," he said, pointing to the two top characters, "there's the bulls"
(Aha - a clue! I thought again - we didn't do anything about farms, did we?)
"And see this bit?" (He pointed to the circle) "That's the basket"
I nodded wisely.
"And in the middle of the basket - that's Moses"
(Hurray - I knew the story now! But what about the bulls?)
"And see these little lines by the bulls feet, and by Moses? They're what you draw to show that they're rushing..."
