2014 and the cycle of moving on returns. I have moved posts in 1992, 1996, 2006 and now 2014. The transition of moving to a new school, although containing trepidation is at least a path I have trod before. I find myself disengaging from one post as my mind starts to plan at least in outline for my next post. So, I am immune to everything in my current school – no such thing. Emotions run higher even as I prepare to go as these are pupils, colleagues and families I have known for up to 8 years.
I am glad that I have never left a post where my pupils are immune to me leaving and have always expressed (some) dismay that I am moving on, why not another year or …. . This is the first time however, where they are asking when are you coming back? I was thrown the first time and was completely lost for words.
How will the next week go? To be honest I don’t know. The physical packing of items that belong to me is almost complete and by Friday will have left the premises in my car to go home (temporarily dear!). The digital items I have been backing up so my files can be removed from the school network leaving a sizeable hole for other staff. The farewells after each final lesson, as each passing dear is the last Monday, Duty Day …until the final day. It’s going to be a blow on Friday- it always is going home after the last day of term as the school family separate.
I have had to repeat the Twitter message – you can follow me after your 18th but not until then…e safety to the last. Reflections keep passing through my head, so many memories over 8 years.
Onwards …. To the next chapter years 27 to …. Who knows.