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)
Stop Press: Misssives regulars Joseph and Cat are requiring some support over at blogging silliness, Big Blogger. Get over there and decide which of the two you wish to vote for (obviously you can choose to vote for the others, but I'm sure you'll show a bit of solidarity and take my advice)
17 comments:
Now you have got a couple of months and a bottle of something lovely to forget all about their existence. If you keep replacing the bottle by the time September comes you will have long ago wilted flowers and a problem with the consumption of alcohol neither of which will make you fondly look back on the class of 2007. Of course as a solution that might be a little bit drastic, it might just be better to take comfort from the naive faces of the new class.
1, 2, 3 ... awwwww
Damn kids!
I'm sure both parties gain immensely from each other.
I admire that you are an educator. It is the noblest of all professions in my opinion!
Bravo my dear!
Misssy Miss you deserve it!
And do I get a gold star for making you a foxy home video the same day you demanded it?
Yes - Taexalia in Foxy Home Video shocker!
Oooh, presents make everything better:)
yey pressies!
There is nothing I like more in life than an unexpected pressie, 'specially if it includes alcohol.
Scotsman- one week to go before I finish, but other than that, good call!
Gordon- blub!
Scot- Thanks! But it's like going to play everyday really. I teach them how to do telly.
Taex: heading over in a mo- you're like Springwatch! But without sexist pig, Bill Oddie!
Miss Scarlet (Great name!) Yeah the students know that too- next week is when I post up their results!
Survivor- The worst thing is that just before they gave me the pressie's one of them came through to say "Have you a minute?" and I said "No not really.." in an exasperated growl...felt like crap 2 mins later. Was reflected in my (brief)speech which went like:
"I've been calling you lot for everything and then you go and do something like this!"
Blimey, what sort of students are these? If we'd ever attempted to buy a bottle of something lovely for our lecturers it wouldn't make it past the first bench on the way back from the offy. Impressive!
Yeah, and they had a bottle of malt for each of the male lecturers. I can only assume they sent the two mature students to buy it...or they started off with a crate, and we got what was left.
Aaaww, ta for the plug! I seem to be doing quite badly. The perils of being the new boy...
Is it nearly student leaving time? Heck. The population of my town halves when the students bugger off for summer.
Cripes, The Whirlwind's looking a bit florid round the face, isn't he?
And thanks for the plug. I wanted to ask people to do that, but felt it was a bit rude, so you read my mind!
Cat-He is a Whirlwind! But in a totally devastating everything in his wake kind of way...Bless him.
And re BB: I only go over to read yours and Joseph's bits- there's too much to read..and that Goth chap is quite good. As they say in Asda, happy to help!
Joseph- Obviously this has nothing to do with wanting to see you dress up as Mika. Nothing at all.
Awww, I remember what it was like saying good-bye to my students. Of course, I also remember muttering about "little bastards" under my breath!
Hope you have a great summer break!
My oh my - when did students get so damn young?
Het Misssy since I provided you with a foxy video, it's my turn to be demanding!
I'm tagging you in The High Vibes Game of Tag
You're it!!!
Ms M- I tell you every year I get a list of names and dates of birth that read like 1986, 1987, 1988, 1989. it's hard not to feel ancient. Those years are when I went to Uni.
Taex- how does this work? I have to write a post on the subject , then I tag some other bloggers to do the same?
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