The year has ended.
I have said my goodbyes and now it is time to clean house, sort through
all our belongings and pack for the move.
I had a lovely leaving assembly as well. I have been at WD School
for ten years and it was wonderful to think back over all the things I have
tried to do to make it better. They showed the film of me when I was the
finalist in the Teaching Assistant’s With Talent competition four years
ago (you can watch it here: http://www.schoolsworld.tv/node/3472) and it reminded me how much I love doing historical drama for the school.
There’s an evacuee called Rose Peppercorn for year three (topic: Britain since
1940), Boudicca for year four (topic: the Romans and the Celts), Anne Boleyn
for year five (topic: the Tudors) and a young housemaid called Flora Spencer
for year six (topic: the Victorians) plus countless other small story tellings
I have done. I have been lucky that my school has been up for anything I want
to do. If I ask, they let me. Maybe this is the time to take my “stories on
the road” and become a travelling storyteller in schools?
In the assembly Mrs Smith asked children to say some things that they
associate with me. There were many that I expected such as:
She is obsessed with the Wizard of Oz.
She likes drama.
There were a few I didn’t expect, but really touched me.
She remembers when I was born. This is true. Her brother was
in year 5 and was in my drama club.
When she puts a plaster on your knee she calls herself Dr Tisdale. This is true. It
is part of “bedside manner” routine that I use to put children at ease during
first aid. That and offering to chop their leg off and replace it with a wooden
leg, an eye patch and a parrot. This inevitably ends with lots of “Arrrrgh Mateys” and “Yo ho ho and bottle of rum” which makes
children laugh and stop crying over their minuscule injury.
She plays the ukulele. This is true. I bring Tallulah to school every
December and go from class to class having a good ole Christmas carol
sing-a-long. I also went to year six last year and talked about my experiences
growing up in the segregated South and we sang Pete Seeger’s Where have all
the flowers gone and We shall overcome together.
She tells us stories on the playground. This is true. I have a group
of followers when I am out on Thursday lunch duty who follow me around on the
playground. They asked me for a story one time and so I told them a Greek Myth
because they were studying that for their topic in class and the rest, as they
say, was history. Every Thursday became story telling day. The last story I
told was Persephone in the underworld.
She knows a lot about moths. This is true. Recently there
was a beautiful brown moth that was camouflaged and trying to hide itself on
the wooden climbing frame on the playground. I spoke at length to a group of
children about caring for it--watching and observing was fine, but not poking
it with a stick to make it open its wings or trying to touch it as the oil from
our fingers could disrupt the powdery coating on its wings and prevent it from
flying.
She calls you Chick-a-dee. This is true. It is my go-to affectionate word
for children. I sometimes use Sweetie or Darling, but mostly say Chick-a-dee.
She is really happy and full of joy. I try to be. I want to be that
person who radiates love and kindness. I had a very nice card from a colleague
which read,
I have never known someone quite as genuinely helpful, determined,
generous, enthusiastic, unashamed, heartfelt and FABULOUS as you.
This is what I want for my life and so I’m glad that it comes across.
May it continue as we embark on our new adventure in Wales.
There were lots of amazing card and gifts. I had a beautifully wrapped
copy of Dr Seuss’ Oh, The Places You’ll Go! As many times as I have
given this book to graduates and the like, I have never had a copy for myself.
I am a big fan of Dr Seuss--I do have the entirety of Horton Hears a Who memorised,
after all. Plus the handmade paper with
rose petals in it will surely work its way into a craft project soon.
I got a cool handbag with a tarantula on it as well. When I walk
down the street I can hear people gasping and trying to discretely point it out
to the person they are with.
I love the message inside which must have taken him ages as he is a very
reluctant writer:
Dear Mrs Tidstale
I wish you wernt leaving
Love from
Oliver
OOO (hugs)
Lastly, a card that points me toward the future.
I am glad that I have had such a good time in England, in Hitchin, at WD
school and I’m pleased to have been able to help and show so much love for ten
years. May it continue for the next step of the journey.
I am astounded that neither I nor anyone else commented on this wonderful post at the time you wrote it. I am putting it on my FB page this morning to share your lovely "leaving assembly" (what a quaint term!) with our friends 3 years later.
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