But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I’ll drown my book.
I finished teaching my first (and perhaps even my last!) group of PGCE students yesterday. I’d wish them all calm seas and auspicious gales on their journeys through the future. It sounds cliched to say that it’s been a privilege to work with them, but it has. A more open, interested and committed bunch of learners you’d never hope to find, who not only got stuck with the work at Uni and School, but put up with my buffoonery. I loved (almost) every minute of it, and feel a certain sense of pride that I help launch a talented cohort of teachers into the world.
So, unlike Prospero, I won’t be drowning my books, I think I will at least put my sage’s staff away, and get back to school.