Wednesday, 27 June 2007
One very sad thing about my job is that every year you have to say goodbye to graduating students. I always find it hard. I miss them when I come back after the break in September. it takes a while to get over it, it really does.
Almost as sad is that fact that on the last week of term they are all a horrible pain in the arse. Handing portfolios in late, complete with "dog ate my homework excuses" and then demanding to know instantly if they have passed. You can't enjoy the last few days of their company before you see them off as it's just all too frantic.
It's been a hell of week. I've been storming up and down corridors bad mouthing the lot of them. I've been growling at them as they flannel me, or knock at my office door and hassle me when I've a mouthful of sandwich and haven't had a break all day.
"Why haven't they just worked hard all year instead of leaving it all to the last minute" I rage, hypocritically forgetting what I was like as a student.
But then the buggers go and surprise me with a large bouquet of flowers and bottle of something lovely.
Now I have to love them again.
So there they are. The Class of 2007 (and a couple of their educators)
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