Hell has officially frozen

I had fun with my vile year 9. Actual fun. I’m not being sarcastic.
I had a game prepared for them, not for the first time, but for the first time I actually had an alternative worksheet in case they wouldn’t let me go through with the game like before.
But they did.
And we had fun.
They had fun.
I had fun.
The lad who assaulted me and is a pain in each and every lesson had his hand up all the time.
The lad who has learning difficulties and can never be bothered had his hand up all the time.
The girl who thinks that a lesson is where she can socialise with her friends squeaking and squirming and being all over the place stayed put and had her hand up all the time.
The girl who never says one word, always sits alone and doesn’t like being talked to had her hand up all the time.
Some of them came up to me and said ‘Miss, I didn’t win’. To which I invariably replied – ‘You did. You’re a bigger winner than the ones who actually got the prizes.’
Cause they did.
And I did.
And we had fun.
Together.
After the lesson, I went to the staffroom and sat there staring blankly at the wall for good ten minutes in a genuine state of shock.
I had fun with my vile year 9.
Miracles officially happen.