My time at Eaton House Belgravia school has officially come to a close :(The past seven weeks have been wonderful- I have absolutely loved being a teacher there- it has been a privilege and a pleasure to be a member of the Eaton House staff, and to have worked with such kind hearted, bright boys.
I will really miss the madhouse that the school is, and the frantic pace at which it rumbles along. I will particularly miss my friend Davida-my first proper friend here- another teacher with whom I shared my little office space. Although we have promised to see each other again, and catch up over the summer when she comes back from New Zealand, I won't be able to air my grievances to her each morning, and talk to someone who truly understands the way it feels to have the people that you really love so far away...literally on the other side of the world. She has made me laugh too- usually at her complaining, but also at the words she uses to describe the little boys (see title of this post). His-frikkin-terical.
At the farewell speeches in the school hall yesterday morning, Lucy the headmistress said to the 'leavers' (grade 3 boys) and to the staff that were leaving to "always keep a little bit of Eaton House in your head and a little bit in your heart", and I think it would be hard not to. For me and Jo (another teacher, and someone who has become a great friend too, whose contract has also come to an end at Eaton House), the junior choir sang Somewhere Over the Rainbow- a song that holds a very dear place in my heart...and I must admit, I had to dab my tear ducts a wee bit.
The school broke up around 11:30am, so the teachers could have wine, sandwiches, and speeches- I was presented with a superb bunch of flowers, consisting of pink iris', roses and even raspberries! So sweet. We proceeded to clean and pack up the school, and then we headed home to get organised for the evening function, which was to be held at the Manor House School, on Clapham Common North road.
I arrived a bit early, and sat in the Common until Davida showed up. From the time we walked in at around 6:30pm I think I had at least two mojitos in my hand most of the time ... and I am really paying for it today...oh dear. If I never see, let alone drink one again, it will be too soon.
In summary, I laughed and laughed, avoided the human fuse-ball bouncing castle entertainment thingy, and talked utter rubbish to everyone I knew, as well as a few random others- at least I didn't dance or sing, or swing around lamp posts, belting out old Sinatra classics... I've done that to death, right?!
A celebration in line with the school, I guess, all class.
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