Yesterday we had our graduation for our PGCEs. 5 degrees between us feels like a pretty good achievement at our ages.
It was a lovely day despite the rain. The ceremony was intimate and delightful in St. Paul's Hall at Huddersfield. Words from Patrick Stewart felt relevant and poignant. Catching up with some of our lovely gang of fellow students was fun.
Our wonderful tutor Judith was there in her cap and gown on the stage looking very proud of us all. She made it all so enjoyable and we miss seeing her every week. Such a wise lady, full of warmth.
We headed home and decided to stop off for a romantic meal at our fave pub in the hills. Sitting by the log fire it seemed unbelievable that we'd managed to get so far in our quest for education. We are so proud of each other.
A memorable day indeed.
Now then, it all started when him and I met and talked about our dreams of teaching abroad. One first class (no less) degree, and a PGCE later, together with a TEFL course and we are linked to a couple exiting their posts in a University in Shanxi province, China. Were we interested? Well, yes, why not?
CVs were despatched but too late for the Sept 13 intake. Ok, never mind.
Cut to October 13 and an email arrives offering us posts to start in Feb 14. OMG! Now what shall we do? We'd completely forgotten about it and suddenly we are plunged into delight, shock, and trepidation.
Time to do some serious thinking...😳
