Couldn’t resist, last Saturday, since I was going past, to stop by the last school where I taught, 11 years out of the 37. There was nobody there but a lot of memories and mixed feelings.
How many mornings did I go through that gate and begin another day?
Tournament of Minds,
Friday afternoon soccer (in the rain),
Chess Competitions, after the soccer,
“We shall not be moved!”
Bridge to Terabithia
-“The Emperor Napolion”_
Lunch on the veranda
_"Good morning, Mr M" _
(Cannot remember the name of that
game we played most often…….lots
of running around bases)
The teacher who used the toilet near
the storeroom, which was seldom used
and pushed a toilet roll through the
window, up high, to be noticed by
the children, playing, in the playground
on the other side…so she could be rescued
when the door locked.