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The Final Day

I made the classic mistake of telling the kids in my first lesson that this was my last day - at the start of the lesson. Rather, I confirmed the "rumour" that was going around the school. I won't be doing that again.

People have been very sweet. I even got a chocolate cake and a card.

So, I'm happy to report that I've taught my very last lesson as a PGCE student and that does feel good. Now, the expectations will be higher, so I suppose I should really savour this feeling.

Comments

Just said…
Hi coz,

All the best with the next steps in your career! I have full confidence ... .
Just said…
I just listened to your music. It seems to me (absolute nono in music though) you have at last one option for yet another career left. It sounds really great.
The Scribbler said…
Thanks Larry and Just!

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