Regrets. I’ve had a few, But now we’ve reached the final curtain.
The laptop has been handed in. The unattractive staff pass also gone.
My house is full of flowers and cards, the shed full of booze and cupboards not quite as full of chocolate as they were before the childerbeast got their mitts on them.
I am still not sure how I feel.
I didn’t actually cry but I did almost go a couple of times. Particularly at this. I had to pretend to be sorting out my bag for about 5 minutes until I composed myself. I especially like the drawing of me.
The 6 of us who are leaving (5 by choice, 1 pretty much pushed out) weren’t going to get a mass send-off because seemingly there was no point getting 190 children into the hall just to say goodbye to some people.
Riiiight. okaaaay. Think we know where we stand there.
don’t give a shit care and all that. More like Be Yourself Always (even if you’ve got no people skills).
Some people do care and they cared enough to kick up a bit of a stink about that so we did actually get our big send off. Ten years and my eulogy was pretty much thus… So Miss is leaving and she’s going to continue teaching but to swim, instead. Hip hip hurray. Off you pop.
I’m not sure if the original lack of organised farewell assembly was out of fear of any of us leavers going postal or having a vent during a leaving speech – in fairness, it could have happened. I thought I was good though. I didn’t swear. I slipped the Co-Op values in there and a bit of Jim Jones final speech and a bit of Marshall Applewhite (whilst wearing my Heaven’s Gate Away Team top). Lots of kids seemed genuinely sad to see me go (until they forget all about me come September) and I know some of the staff will miss me greatly.
I accidentally cut my own forehead with my thumbnail when catching a ball today and left a lovely bloody mark. A child asked what happened, I said I’d stabbed myself in the face rather than return to work in September. She just said “Oh ok”
But it’s time to move on. Even if it ends up being a bit tight cashwise. I can’t work in that environment anymore, no matter how much fun it (sometimes) is. I’m doing what matters most – and that’s not being there, because otherwise I’ll lose the plot again and it’ll be jigsaw time in my PJs once more and popping BetaBlockers like TicTacs..
I wish the children every success and I hope my replacement does a grand job. She doesn’t speak much French but hey, teachers can teach French aswell you know? I know. But they often don’t do it well love. Scheme or no scheme. And in fact a lot of the stuff I taught wasn’t from the scheme – same with topic, science and music – because I’m an independent thinker who, despite scatty appearances, is actually bright enough to not have to rely on a scheme. Not that anyone will now have access to any of my ten years worth of lesson plans and resources after I deleted them all from the network.
Yes. I don’t just bite my thumb, I bite it at you.
it’s this kind of shit I’ll miss – pretty much everything else can get knotted.
So roll on the next six weeks. Meeting friends, seaside trips, festivals, ghosthunts, swim training and more festivals and trying not to fall out with the Famalam.