I'm still on the payroll, but I gave my first, and last, classes through Blackboard Collaborate yesterday. I was a bit daunted: having to learn another comms medium; and for just two short hours of student time. Would it work? Would I be in the correct 'room'? Would any students turn up? Would anyone learn anything? Then again, as Dau.II articulated "What's the worse that could happen? They could fire you?". Anyway I gave it the best socks I could although it was peculiarly weird to get no feedback from the screen: not an echo, not a fidget; not a yawn; not a surreptitious glance at a smartphone; nobody diligently taking notes. I wrapped it up at ten to five and wished them luck in the year and their careers. And there was a cascade of response before everybody left virtual reality to put on the real tea kettle:
Enjoy your retirement :)))
Thank you so much & best of luck in your retirement 🙂
Thank you Bob, stay safe
thank you, have a wonderful retirement
thank you so much best of luck
Thanks David, enjoy your retirement
thank you 😃
thank you happy retirement
thank you, enjoy
Thank you, all the best
thank you so much
Thank you. enjoy your golden years
Thank you enjoy your retirement
thank you and best of luck 😃
Thank you, have nice retirement
Enjoy!! well deserved!!
all the best!!!
I'm leaving now! thanks a mill
That was yesterday. I can, according to TGIF rules of [dis]engagement, do what public servants do on Fridays when there are no deadlines to meet: Minesweeper, Sudoku, clock-watching for the weekend . . .
I've handed over my keys, my boots and my motorcycle. Coronarama has been a great dress-rehearsal for Retirarama: instead of clocking up 16,000km and 250hrs a year just getting to work, I've been hangin' at home. One of our weaker students, authorized now to "carry" a course which had been failed last year, made the point that they would devote all their commute hours to acing the learning outcomes of the failed module.
I wasn't idle on those commutes: I had occasional ideas for teaching and research, got some copy for The Blob from the wireless, listened to a few talking books and paid attention to the day. But I'm right glad I won't ever again have to set off from home, in the dark, for 40km of bumbly, icy, roads. I shall refuse to work any gig that requires a 0900 start in Winter.
The EndBut . . .
Rainbow: new beginnings!