Like when they appear to remember everything you have ever said to them or make incredible connections.
Lucy is apparently never going to forget the story I told about my two pet cats eating my two pet mice. And she compared her class to meadowlarks after I told them that meadowlarks like to sing a lot. She's quite freakily intelligent.
Teaching at a Poly School again has reminded me just why I like teaching. I hadn't realised how much a year at a school with a ridiculous timetable, badly done ciriculum and levelling, and a boss who was a constant thorn in my side had sapped my love of teaching.
Poly exhausts me. The hours are long, the demands are high, there are constant Open Classes. And yet. It's good. Quite good.