Transitions are difficult but they are often my favourite parts of life - the longer the transition, the better. It starts from the moment of goodbyes (and the relinquishing of responsibilities) and lasts till the moment one is expected to get his butt down and strap on new responsibilities.
I haven't really thought much about leaving this job (well at least not prior till this last week!) and it didn't occur to me that it was a big thing till I had to clear the huge mess (that is my table), empty the overflowing drawers and take down table decorations just when a colleague and I had something (in the name of visitthatfestival.blogspot.com) going. I'm a scheming thief because one of the most pressing things on my mind was how I could no longer make use of work-time (i.e being paid-time) to device and come up with new ideas/plans and so on and how I could no longer print massive quantities of stuff for free.
My kids have been really sweet though. And I was surprised they seemed truly sad and even distressed that I was leaving! I must have been a pretty unfeeling kid. Because right now, I can't think of a single teacher I went "I will miss you"-gaga over. Maybe that's how they'll feel twenty years later when the cynic in them rears its ugly head. And they'd wonder why the heck they wasted good money buying farewell gifts for their wacko teacher when they could have saved it for something much better, like travelling.
Since so many of them came with gifts, cards, and lovely notes, all I can really say is that it has been a nice ego-boosting seven days which is probably not ideal considering that the next seven days will probably be a shock for the ego as it collapses and shrinks back into oblivion!
I haven't really thought much about leaving this job (well at least not prior till this last week!) and it didn't occur to me that it was a big thing till I had to clear the huge mess (that is my table), empty the overflowing drawers and take down table decorations just when a colleague and I had something (in the name of visitthatfestival.blogspot.com) going. I'm a scheming thief because one of the most pressing things on my mind was how I could no longer make use of work-time (i.e being paid-time) to device and come up with new ideas/plans and so on and how I could no longer print massive quantities of stuff for free.
My kids have been really sweet though. And I was surprised they seemed truly sad and even distressed that I was leaving! I must have been a pretty unfeeling kid. Because right now, I can't think of a single teacher I went "I will miss you"-gaga over. Maybe that's how they'll feel twenty years later when the cynic in them rears its ugly head. And they'd wonder why the heck they wasted good money buying farewell gifts for their wacko teacher when they could have saved it for something much better, like travelling.
Since so many of them came with gifts, cards, and lovely notes, all I can really say is that it has been a nice ego-boosting seven days which is probably not ideal considering that the next seven days will probably be a shock for the ego as it collapses and shrinks back into oblivion!
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