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@AdamDandy @uochester And to you Dr D. I watched the camera zoom in on your mum and dad and boy, did that shot sum up their pride! From the verger at the cathedral 🩷

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@GobbyChef @ShitChester 👏🙌👏🙌👏

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@clairetrotter @Hollyoaks @TheLouisEmerick Totally agree! It’s genius! x

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@DeputyGrocott Was sad when they changed the music to it though!

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@MissBray_DHT So proud of you!

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@mattforde I could talk to children and them to me about cancer and coming out the other side without shame or embarrassment. For them, it created a healthy environment where no question was too bad. I wish I’d had that environment when my mum died of cancer when I was younger. 💙

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@mattforde I was diagnosed with bowel cancer almost 2 years ago and also joined the stoma gang as a result. Being life changing is right, and I very much think it all happens for a reason - whether that reason be clear or not as a primary school teacher, it meant that…

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@Go_CheshireWest Do you read the queries on here?

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So so relevant!

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

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@catsbeingweirds But the other did this face…,

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@Go_CheshireWest could you give me information of where I can get replacement edge markers from? They’ve been stolen from outside the property. Seems we’re unable to buy replacements online. Many thanks.

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@PinkMantha @ShitChester @EloquentParrot Isn’t it the guy’s name? Like ‘John, your nearest Uber is 7 minutes away’

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@dgellis0907 @truffleshuffle_ I didn’t think you could be more magical. And then I saw this….. ❤️

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@nickarkell @Hollyoaks I’m like that with being an old Emmerdale fan - Ashley the vicar is now dodgy Froggie!! Awesome episode of the Oaks tonight!

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@TheLCUK All the very best of luck. Thanks for all your hard work and helpfulness x

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@MissBray_DHT @stomababe @StomaCop

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@MissBray_DHT @stomababe @StomaCop You’ve got this! 💪🏼

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@MeetAnOstoMate I cut out dairy completely and it made such a difference!

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@MissBray_DHT I had one for a year, but I’ve had it reversed now. Happy to offer any advice I can!