Today we escape

There's nothing to make you feel grateful that today is the last day of summer school working like being the only member of staff to have to get up at 6.30am. It's 7.30 and I've been up for an hour, and I wont conceivably stop much until 5pm. To be fair, a couple of those working hours are re-packing all my possessions (and you know how many of those I have) in order to move them back to my brother's house. I think I'm going to ask the porters for some binbags. But until then, I'm dealing with departures, which are a little emotionally harrowing. Some students have been here for 8 weeks too - longer than lots of teachers, so saying goodbye to them is sad, not aided by the fact the place is over-running with crying students - saying goodbye to summer romances and holiday best friends. Also there's the fact I'm leaving too. The past week has been mind-numbing - less students, less staff, less general motivation equals boredom and insanely itchy feet. But after working with most of the staff here for the summer last year and this year, and due to the nomadic nature of TEFL, there's a distinct possibility that I wont see them ever again, and, bascially, that's generally shitty; they're the reason I came back. There has been preliminarily arranged a birthday celebration for Mark in Cafe 1001 about 16th September, to which you're all invited. If more people knew Mark, going out on a night out with him would be considered something you have to do before you die. All you have to do is sit in a pub with him and watch the descent...Jen, you can learn a lot from this man, and I'm sure you will. I know I'm veering into the dangerous - 'Meet Mark, he's craaaazy!' - territory, so I'll stop and just let you meet him.
Love ya, see you soon - when I travel to the big smoke from the shires. Although actually - I may be in London on Tuesday, if anyone's about.