It's the end of the year at the school. The smell of carpets being shampooed can be experienced throughout the humanities wing. Lockers are emptied, and abandoned student work is piled up, waiting for recycling. You can smell the stress on some students, the fear of an F (or of missing an A by 1-2%) is looming large in their eyes and they're scared witless.
I've said goodbye. Actually, I couldn't even say goodbye. Since the last posting, I actually received a part-time, 3 week contract at my school which actually took me out of my own classroom and into 2 other classes. For the past 2 weeks, I've been covering a Foods class as well as a different English class, which happens to run at the same time as the one I was teaching before. Needless to say, this has caused a bit of random havoc, and in the confusion, I wasn't even able to say goodbye to my last class of the year (that I actually taught for any length of time).
But tomorrow is officially the last day of classes. The only thing remaining is a bit of marking, some major cleanup, and invigilating some exams while the year wraps up. I also have to borrow and steal any and all resources I can before I leave so when I venture on to new courses and/or new schools, I'll have a much deeper arsenal than I have right now. I've signed some yearbooks, said farewell to a few students, but all in all, I can't even believe that the year is already over. I still have a bit of time, but I'm not sure where I'll be teaching next year or if I'll see a lot of these kids again, so being the sentimental bugger I am, I'm sad to see it drifting away. Guess the only thing I have left to do is really say goodbye and try to forge the resolve to get ready to start fresh somewhere else. "The readiness is all..."
- T
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