Well as the fat lady begins to clear her voluminous throat and tickles her tonsils, the tittilation and suspense begins to build ... just prize giving to endure, some last minute admin stuff like giving reports to the tutor group and then tossing them out with a thick ear.
Its been a funny old year, a year of turpitude interspersed with moments of cold horror, black humour and a mounting sense of despair with what passes as the corpse of the student body as a whole.
I must say, looking forward once again to the mental recuperation of the holidays and getting in some serious riding.
As I let the patina of nostalgia wash over me, the flotsam and jetsam I have discarded from my learning space (classroom), just fills me with opprobium and awe at the possibilities of youth today.
Long may the summer last, the salad days of their youthful vitality is wasted upon the young, the detritus of failure and the allure of victory intermingled in the old school yard (remember those days in the old school yard?)
We laughed, we cried, we wanted to commit foul deeds of murder upon our challenging students. Hopefully none make the newspaper for the wrong reasons.
I think the end of year piss up will be voluminous and cringe worthy embarrassing to those involved
As for me, on your bike my son!
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Originally Posted by PrincessBandit
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