‘Change, my dear, and it seems not a moment too soon’….

You may have noticed that the background theme has changed. This was not deliberate. I accidentally changed it to a different theme, but now cannot change it back, due to the old theme no longer being active. I hope this is also a user-friendly theme.

I think the title is a quote from Classic Doctor Who, following the regeneration from the Fifth to Sixth Doctor. Returning back to Beijing after the holidays (including Seoul), and back to work took a bit of getting used to. No one really wants to return to work after their holidays and when they do it seems like their break was eons ago. Yet for the team here, change was happening in more ways than one.

First there was the absent colleague whose classes we would have to cover. We were unsure as to what would happen. We guessed we’d drop a grade and everyone was hoping it would be EDP. It made logical sense since they are on a separate campus to ours (albeit, right next door). But this, alas, was not meant to be. Instead, much to the great disappointment and upset of those of us who teach them, we were told we would no longer teach Senior 2.

I taught them last year, and to lose them now was gutting for me. It was the same across the grade, though, so it felt a little better that it wasn’t just my classes that would be cut. Still, I’d miss them. I emailed my three classes (I had the students’ email addresses) and thanked them for their hard work and told them it was fun to teach them, that I’d still be around for the rest of the semester, and they could come to the office if they needed anything.

I had a few nice emails from students thanking me and telling me I was their favourite teacher which is always gratifying. On the first Friday of the semester – the day I’d have my favourite class – I went and spoke with the class monitor (like class president, a student who is responsible for collecting in homework from their classmates and who helps the teacher with things). She was a little upset, and nearly started crying (at which point I said that if she started crying so would I, so I hoped that she didn’t – and she didn’t). It was a nice, sombre, poignant moment. Some of the other students came over and chatted too. Then the bell went – we had about half an hour at break time – and then it was over, and they had their class and I had mine.

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