And the whistle? Alternative uses for that do not immediately spring to mind. Any suggestions?
Pension
Final details of my pension arrived on the doormat today. If I'm careful, I should be able to get by without having to do any more supply teaching. Yay!!! So my collection of 'big books' can be donated, all the reams of planning, resources, guidance etc (how many forests have been decimated for all that?) can be recycled and I can reclaim some space on my bookshelves. Felt pens, coloured pencils etc can all be disposed of - no, wait a minute - I can put those to good use - ideal for art therapy.
And the whistle? Alternative uses for that do not immediately spring to mind. Any suggestions?
And the whistle? Alternative uses for that do not immediately spring to mind. Any suggestions?
Monday!
Monday morning - dull, cloudy and...just for a change...raining! I foresee future generations of homo sapiens growing flippers and gills.
However, I am off to do some voluntary counselling for five hours today and, in spite of the weather, I am going to walk. It's all part of the new 'look after me' plan. Now that I am not devoting all those hours to teaching-related activities, I have time to exercise more, so I am planning to walk more, get the bike out when the weather gets better and start swimming again. (No, not on the bike, YP!) The last time I did that on anything like a regular basis was when my children were growing up.
At the back of my mind is the knowledge that teachers are often not candidates for a long retirement. I have known of too many fellow teachers who have retired, only to peg it some months or even weeks later.
Anyway, just in case I might have wondered, even momentarily, about the wisdom of retiring from teaching, a text message from my Teaching Assistant at last term's school, would have reassured me. "OFSTED coming Thursday."
The great escape starts here!
However, I am off to do some voluntary counselling for five hours today and, in spite of the weather, I am going to walk. It's all part of the new 'look after me' plan. Now that I am not devoting all those hours to teaching-related activities, I have time to exercise more, so I am planning to walk more, get the bike out when the weather gets better and start swimming again. (No, not on the bike, YP!) The last time I did that on anything like a regular basis was when my children were growing up.
At the back of my mind is the knowledge that teachers are often not candidates for a long retirement. I have known of too many fellow teachers who have retired, only to peg it some months or even weeks later.
Anyway, just in case I might have wondered, even momentarily, about the wisdom of retiring from teaching, a text message from my Teaching Assistant at last term's school, would have reassured me. "OFSTED coming Thursday."
The great escape starts here!
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