My own clothes felt so dull.
Team English
No idea what these ladies teach, but they really wanted a photo with me.
The tiny tiny Principal and I
Must...keep...eyes...open!!
The Vice Principal, who gave me the most awkward hug ever. Brilliant.
Post-ceremony coffee, or 'the sweet taste of freedom'.
Wednesday and Thursday this week were spent at my school’s various leaving ceremonies, which were also (due to some nifty scheduling) my final few days of gainful employment. Expect some kind of soul-searching blog about this sooner or later, but for now I’m in a state of disbelief and can’t think about it properly.
Wednesday was the 3rd grader’s leaving ceremony, which sadly I have no photos of. I wish I did though, some of them did some highly amusing dances to songs I’ve never heard of and I would have liked to capture the moment for posterity. Good job I’ve still got the videos from the School Festival.
Thursday was the ‘closing ceremony’, sadly lacking in dancing but packed to the gills with teachers wanting their photos taken with me. I’ll never understand quite why, but as soon as a camera is brought out I transform from ‘Carrie, the teacher we mostly ignore because we don’t want to/can’t speak English’ into ‘Carrie, the foreigner who must be included in every single photograph taken without exception or care for what she might be doing otherwise’. I’m not complaining of course, it’s really lovely to be wanted.
After the ceremony and the epic photograph session we had our final teachers’ dinner at a nearby duck restaurant (I was totally prepared for the duck/dog pronunciation this time) followed by coffee with the other English teachers at an adorable traditional coffee shop.
Other than the fact that I had to have a big lie down and a sleep after the huge amount of meat I consumed, my final day at school was pretty much perfect. Enjoy the myriad photos of me and various Koreans!