This is why I love teaching.
First thing this morning, first day of term, a parent arrived half an hour early. Saw where her son had been placed in class, and who he was sitting next to, and informed me that the position would not work.
I thought I'd give it a go and see what happened.
By the end of the day he had informed me that he was very happy to be sitting next to his companion. Seemed okay with being right near me, too.
Satisfying, to know that my professional judgement was, after all, okay.
That's not all.
The question was: What are you most proud of?
The answer: Getting to Year 5.
School obviously seems like a life sentence to some.