Can you wave goodbye to yourself (not permanently I hope)? After today I think I will. Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while will know that the course I teach is being closed down due to government cutbacks.
Graduation night was a triumph for our students who have mild intellectual disabilities. The highlight of the night was Steph, who has Down Syndrome. Usually in a wheel chair due to difficulty in walking after nine hip operations, she came down to the stage using a pronged stick. As she reached the stage, she raised the stick in the air like a triumphal sword and walked rapidly to claim her certificate. Not many dry eyes in the house.
The last week was spent helping to empty out twenty years worth of files from one campus office and filling archive boxes. The three remaining teachers and I hugged and exchanged email addresses. Today I went to my office at the campus where I taught. Unusually quiet as the students have finished for the year, sessional staff gone, no phones ringing with queries about next year, it was peaceful. I sat with my take away coffee, emptied my files, copied files needed from the computer and cleaned up notice boards.
I put my keys on the desk, found the security guard and got him to lock the office door. He wished me a Merry Christmas , I got in my car and drove away for the last time. No flowers, cake or speech, no one left to hug or wave goodbye to. No tears shed, looking ahead to what comes next. It’s rather exciting really.