I had been dreaming when I woke up this morning. I don't usually remember my dreams but this was one of those dreams where the feelings you experience during it stay with you when you wake up. I was dreaming about leaving my job at the end of last term. I dreamt there was a big cake in a room but I couldn't go in. The headteacher and governors were conspicuous by their absence and everyone else was going about their business as if it were a normal day and wouldn't say good-bye to me, so finally, I left the building on my own.
So how close to that was the reality? Well, I was adamant that I did not want any fuss, presents, presentations of any kind when I left and this wish was respected. There were 2 other members of staff leaving as well as me but parents were not informed about any of us going until the last but one day of term, when there was one short sentence referring to us near the end of the newsletter. OK, so I had requested no fuss - the others hadn't.
12 months ago, I had decided to give up my deputy headship and revert to class teacher, which I did. I had been in the school for 15 years, deputy head for 11, including a spell as acting head teacher but I finished my time as deputy without one single word of thanks or appreciation from head teacher or governors - (They didn't even thank me for getting out of their way and making room for new blood!)
Last year, as this year, I wouldn't have welcomed any fuss, all I wanted was one simple expression of thanks and I got nothing.
On the last day of this school year, my last day at the school, the head teacher said not one word to me and, yes, the dream was accurate in this respect - I did walk out of the building on my own...............and boy was I glad to go!
Oh and, by the way, last year the school got the Investors in People award!