OneAndOneIs2

Today's my final day at my first school placement. I got a Secret Santa present yesterday - a "PGCE survival kit" which I'll post pix of later; and I struggled in this morning with 15 bottles of wine and 10 boxes of chocolate from France to give to the people I've worked with. (For which I really must remember to give my parents a cheque this weekend)

I also had my last-ever lesson, which I needed a "pass" grade on to continue the course. Year 10 boys, physics. By an external assessor who's never seen me with this class before.

So I was a little surprised when I heard some people coming in, looked around, and it was some girls. Sudden "Oh God, I'm not in the wrong room am I?" feelings sprouted.

Then I put names and class to faces and realized it was a deputation from my other year 10 class - the girls. The hardest class I take here. In fact, at least one of the girls in front of me had been in detention with me the day before.

Why had they come in?

To hand me a Christmas card they'd hand-made for me and wish me good luck because they'd found out it was my last day.

I was really quite touched.

And then I thought "How staged must this look to an outsider who's here to check on my relationship with my pupils?"

I'll put up a pic of the card when I get the chance, too. It's got a picture of me on it, the likeness is downright uncanny...