No more school, no more books,
No more teacher's dirty looks,
Pack away the tables
Pack away the chairs
It's time for parties, sleeping in,
On the beach, at the movies,
Uniforms cast aside
Ugly school shoes tossed away
Looking for mischievous ways
Xmas around the corner
New year celebrations
No more holidays, no more fun
No more freedom, now school has come...
Ahh remember the days in the old school yard? Well dammit I'm still in them!I can hear happy squealing voices juxtaposed with the tired tread of teachers toiling away, a million and one things to do - term attendance totals to tally, tables and materiel to be ship-shaped and squared. Detritus and flotsam and jetsam of a year long learning voyage to be reconciled, reconstrued, resuscitated or removed.
The platitudes and boredom of prize-giving to endure, the glorious few to be feted, the rest fidgeting and scraping to escape this childhood prison.
The round of work said and done, there are colleagues to be farewelled, hugs, tears and kisses and for some a secret smile of escaping the institution of bedlam.
One more event to contend with, the end of year function, on site and in our cafeterial! Oh for the love of mike, can we please be away from our incarceration, to feel like normal citizens and eat in grown up places?
Stay, softly, hold - I be not bitter nor outraged, I am still knackered from playing a full ensemble orchestra, juggling with lions, parrying aside the excuses, emboldening responses, challenging ideas and beliefs, scribing down doldrum reports of opportunity wasted ...
But looking back in reflection, it was the typical Clint Eastwood movie.
The Good
The Bad
And the Ugly.
Peace out to all of you people in KB land, this is one educator signing off for another year, thanks for paying your taxes for giving me paid opportunity to inflict ever lasting torment in mental, emotional and spiritual damage to my young charges!
Heaven forbid that they actually learnt anything valid from me!![]()
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