Ah the last week of school is finally here. If I ever see Messrs Sin, Cos or Tan (probably when my kids are doing Space Maths… on the Moon…in the non- Leaving Cert. Enda Kenny will abolish, according to Valerie’s last post..) I can bid them good day and tell them how I Pythagoras’d their mother all night long, and I only used her for points and matriculation purposes.
Inevitably discussion turns to The Future. Will we get what we want in August? Will we still keep in touch when we go our separate days? Will we actually miss school? To be honest, our education system is probably the greatest babysitting service ever for some. We all love wandering the corridors at some point and not being held accountable at all as students. It’s great- and it’s probably what I’ll miss the most. Those earlier days before exams and mocks and projects and middle-aged men and women harping on about “working harder”- these are the times I’d rather not remember. The late-night exam paper work because of stupid Scrubs ruining my study routine (7-8pm, E4+1, Sky Channel 138 I believe…)
But, on a productive note, those wonderful folks at Vodafone have taken my Internet connection to God knows where and I’m resorting to other methods of posting, so sorry about the delay.
So, will you feel that pang of sadness leaving? Personally, I’ll miss the free classes with that one type of crazy teacher, the crazy classmates… Damn, I’m starting to well up.
Make it a good week 😉