When my pals put my goddaughter's name down for my old prep school, I asked them if they would allow me to pay her school fees (being a fairly useless godmother in every other way).
So, after 9 years at the school, she is in J4, and about to move on to "big school".
My pals have invited me to the J4 leavers party. It will be my last contact with my old school (at which I started 41 years ago!!)
I'm feeling really emotional about that. I'm sure I will end up crying, pathetically, at the leavers party.
Leaving school and uni never bothered me, I couldn't wait to get out actually but I was sad to leave college. I'm leaving my boys and going to work for new docs in about a month and it feels quite odd to be leaving them... Although i can't say I'll miss quite a few of my more 'special' patients and indeed the management team.
Whilst we see it as the end of an era, the organisation itself (school, office, college, or whatever) just sees us as one of the many people who have come and gone.
Me too... I'm on a diet at the moment so snags is threatening to make me twigs and leaves with a hint of dust this evening and if he see compost lying around he might add that for extra spice... What a horrid thought!