It seemed like a finish line too far away,
A promise that was whispered into a hungry ear,
Wanting to know that there would be an end
But too ravenous to think about checking the facts.
And so you will find yourself slogging away,
Too far has been covered to turn back to home,
Yet the sun is now setting on a dream that was seen
In a feverish sleep so long ago.
But it will come to end in a glorious way
When that pipe dream spurts out
Into a bountiful estuary, and a sea
Where the possibilities flow out in endless new ways.
I have been seeing loads of people on Facebook saying that they have just handed in their final uni essays and now it’s my turn! This afternoon my last assessment got sent, my viva is in two weeks, graduation in three and I start my new job in four.
When I set out on this teaching journey, I was really worried that I could go down in flames. I had no real teaching experience, I just knew that I enjoyed seeing people learning. But was that going to be enough to see my through?
I have now made it to within touching distance and I’m having time to reflect on the year. There are several people who have dropped out and I wonder what it was that got me through and not them? Particularly when you look at my track record.
I am celebrating my success and making sure I enjoy that because that has been a hell of a year. The finish line is in sight and I have run a few 100 milers so I know the ecstasy that you can feel when you finally reach that point!