Meet the Bay Area’s Caped Crusader. He’s five years old, likes to wear costumes, loves superheroes, and his secret identity is Miles. Since he was one, he has also been fighting leukemia. When the Make-A-Wish Foundation asked him what he wanted, he said his one wish was fight crime, just like his hero Batman. So today, Miles — aka Batkid — got his wish when thousands of people showed up in San Francisco and turned it into Gotham City.
Our hearts melted a little bit today.
He never taught me but I certainly felt his warmth from afar. He also provided some of the best and most enduring life lessons for me and many others. His condolence page is a hodgepodge of colleagues, friends, acquaintances and most tellingly, students tripping over themselves to pay a worthy compliment to him, and rightly so. Naughty kids liked him for his fairness, intelligent kids liked him for his knowledge, quiet and vulnerable kids appreciated his heart and we all fell under the spell of his unstoppable passion.
Great teachers endure in the minds of those they teach, directly or otherwise. When you get the balance right, you become a hero. In a school with low expectations, bad behaviour and attainment levels (that would see the school fall under special measures shortly after he left) he offered many of us the opportunity to become something other than shelf stackers or pot washers. His influence in my life is limited by the amount of contact time I had with him, the lives of those he worked with is staggering. If you don’t believe me, look and see what it is to be loved, respected and deeply missed.
RIP Mr Viccars
Just a few stories that I can remember or have discovered through this group. He turned one of my mates from a double E grade candidate for GCSE English into one who would score two A’s at GCSE and match that grade at A-Level, he achieved this incredible turnaround in one year, he wrestled a baseball bat off a student to protect another, he hand delivered flowers and a condolence card, signed by classmates, for a student whose dad had just died… these are the tip of the iceberg.
I’ve spent the last week surviving on borrowed money. I borrowed money to pay for the train… Food, however, is less of a priority. I’ve coupled this with unpaid training. None of this is due to lack of work, it’s the stupid systems that we have to use.
Tomorrow is payday. I can’t tell you how happy I am that my first meal won’t be at seven pm.
Bring on the food!