My favourite year of school was year 8. Every day was an
adventure in learning. The teacher – still the most amazing teacher I’ve ever
met – was David Vixie. 30 years later, he’s still at the same school teaching
the same way.
The first day of school was about setting boundaries. Mr
Vixie told us this was our classroom and we will be together for a year, so we
better create some rules and a plan. We then set about forming a class
government and laws to govern our behaviour for the year. Mr Vixie was
available to answer questions and suggest options. Occasionally he had to step
in: “Your laws need to be fair and your punishments need to be legal!” We were
a tough bunch and thought we needed tough consequences.
Reflecting back on that classroom, I can remember sitting on
the floor – a lot. And I can remember going on adventures. And I remember Mr
Vixie’s laugh. You would say something funny and his eyes would light up, his
face would change slowly – in his half-smile becomes a full smile kind of way -
and then a giggle would come from deep within him and he would laugh. He really
liked us. And we knew it.
I learned a lot that year. I don’t remember learning about
numbers and words. I remember learning about people – stories about lots of
people in history and in our class. I learned a love for stories. The thing
that has stuck with me most since then is the respect Mr Vixie taught us to
have for ourselves and each other. I still struggle when someone is treated
unfairly – because that stopped time in year 8. The law required it! The case
would be heard and things would be made right – by us.
Looking back over my life, Mr Vixie’s classroom is a big
reason why I am who I am today.
Spend some time reflecting on who you have become because of
the influencers in your early life. What are the stories that made you who you
are? Share them with your children. In doing so, your influence will be shaping
them and one day they will remember you the way I remember Mr Vixie!
Here’s a video about Mr Vixie and his classroom.
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