Like an Express Train

Perran and Carenza first day at school, 2006

It’s all rushing at us so fast, like an express train.  Yesterday, I had my last Latin lesson with Carenza and Beth.  Beth gave me a lovely card and flowers.  It was both the end of an era –

“But we’ll be seeing you again, Beth.”

Of course I will, but never again as teacher.  And also the beginning of something –

Beth’s well-written “thank you” showed me that a good teacher will receive respect and affection from her pupils – my year’s PGCE training ahead will lead to a rewarding future.     

Last day at School

Today is also the last normal day of school.  Perran wore black because after this year his form will be no more – there is an extra tutor group in the twins’ year due to a bulge in numbers, and that class is dissolved for ever from tomorrow.

Tomorrow is dressing up and a final assembly with silly awards.  It was meant to be light-hearted, but people’s sense of humour is somewhat frayed just before exams.  Apparently, nobody appreciates being voted “person most likely to become an axe murderer”, so things have been a little frought.

In the middle of this, there is also a smattering of first exams – Perran will be sitting Stats, Carenza Latin literature.  I haven’t dared to ask whether they’ll be wearing fancy dress in the exam room or not.

And me – I’m slightly dreading our University reunion weekend, glamping.  I don’t know if we’ll all manage to get on, and even more importantly, I don’t even know if we’ve got a cosy yurt or a drafty tipi.

 

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