Father, teacher, waffler, wry.

It seems like only yesterday that I brought Finn into school and I put posters up in my classroom. Well it’s not really my classroom but I taught in here sixteen times a week and it came to feel like my space. And now I am packing it all up and getting ready to move to the new campus.

Back in January, putting up all these colourful objects, I had high hopes and quite a measure of optimism. Now, as I take them down, I feel somewhat defeated. In lots of ways I have done well this year and in other ways I feel like I have failed myself and other people.

Lesson for the day – leaving is often bitter-sweet.

Previously on this date..

• On & On - 2007
• Exams - 2007
• My Space - 2006
• Saved - 2006
• Report - 2006
• Knocking at My Window - 2006
• Beating Drums - 2003
• Tick - 2003
• Post Script - 2003
• Not Writing - 2003
• Basically Slack - 2003
• Morning Light - 2003
• Playlist - 2002
• You In Your New Blue Dress - 2002
• The Problem with Feedback - 2002
• Small in Japan - 2002
• Two In Folk - 2002
• One More For Nicky - 2002
• Surge of Interest - 2002
• Background Information - 2002
• Spoiled For Choice - 2002
• The End has Begun - 2002
• That Backpacker Sound - 2002
• When a Habit Takes a Hold - 2002
• Well the day is almost - 2001
• It would appear that Ned - 2001
• I ate three bananas and - 2001
• Syd wrote me a poem. - 2001
• I went to Monkey Bar - 2001
• I had five bananas in - 2001
• I turned out that the - 2001
• The Festival itself was great. - 2001
• On Friday night we tried - 2001

teach