A few weeks ago I was planning good endings, things to say to people, presents to give, things to do, ideas about what places to go to etc.
What happenend? You'll see...
The final week was a haze of things to get sorted. I managed to hit the Barrio Alto, to much dissapointment to the bboy in me ( or have I always wanted to do things? Yep, could never hack the 10 kids in a room round a computer). I did the staff meal. I trained.
But I failed at the endings.
Saying goodbye to people merged into the days normal events. Signing registers, going from classroom to classroom. Like time should have stoppped for the ending, but it didn't, it ploughed on ahead.
Typically afflicted by both being a man- ie not being that able to express myself in tough situations, and being English- so feeling a bit weird about it at the same time. Not good when the seconds are flying past.
Leaves me wishing I could materialise some the of the plans flying around in peaceful times, only to shatter in times of need. Guess no one is perfect.
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