What a sad anti-climax: my last ever real-ish lesson was supervising a class of 2ESO who were finishing one examination and then (supposedly) revising for another. And not even for a full lesson, but rather the dragging, unsatisfactory trailing off of a class finishing at different times and attempting then to look as though they were gainfully employed.
And that is it!
My strict professional duties have ended and now there is the over-long, resentful trailing off of term into a series of meetings trying to hold back the imaginations of teachers who will be way away from this place with only the physical husk of teachers left sadly rocking and nodding like Chinese good luck figures while the soporific drone of fugitive didacticism floats somewhere outside the realm of consciousness.
The school is now virtually, thankfully, empty of students who have gone to various locations around Barcelona and only one group of students is intentionally here constructing our World Famous “Tunnel of Terror” in the 2ESO classroom!
I am safely tucked away and recovering from having put in just one, single set of results on the computer! I was under the strict supervision of a colleague (who is Wise in the Ways of Information Entry) and I still made basic mistakes. But on the other hand, I couldn’t care less, as these pointless pieces of fantastical flummery are the last that I will ever put into a wheezing computer program. Although, I have vowed never to say never as far as education is concerned – this is, after all my third or possibly fourth attempt at retirement!
Generally speaking, the fortunate few who are left in school are frantically marking, as the final day for results entry is tomorrow – or rather Saturday in the afternoon.
I regard the assumption that a weekend is part of a teaching week as repugnant to my whole world view while, far from braying their horrified rejection of such an outré concept our staff wearily shrug their collective shoulders and with a rueful grin and a backward movement of the head wryly tut their disapprobation of such a “naughty” management as if they had caught the senior staff with sticky fingers stealing a cooling jam tart from the rack in the kitchen after Mum had just brought the goodies out from the oven!
I am now sufficiently recovered to attempt to enter another class. Though I am also conscious of that being something which I might regret.
Another class was entered and then I fled home to La Ruta de Tapa and normality!
The one we did yesterday (stay with the wayward chronology of this writing) was in a new location for us and had the added advantage that it was more of a wine shop than a café and it sold bottles of Libilis – the fabled wine that Suzanne and I discovered on a foray to Barcelona. I bought two (expensive) bottles and have put one in the fridge just in case. This is a strange wine which is sweetly dry and has to be drunk at a temperate close to freezing to be enjoyed at its best. But, at its best, it is truly delicious!
Today is the end of course for the pupils and there is a fiesta in school. Normal lessons are suspended and various exciting activities come to the fore. I am linked with the tombola which is not a competition but more of a second hand stall where my ability to get rid of the “stuff” is legendary.
The highlight of the day will be the meal at lunchtime when we will have a seafood extravaganza followed by the formal part of the day when the people who are leaving are subjected to speeches before they get their presents.
In my case, alas, I fear that I have not been in school long enough to merit the traditional gift from the school, so I expect kind words and a handshake!
Today is also the last day that I have to get up at six-thirty to get up – at least in terms of formal education. Happy days!