I lost my place in my notes, then found it again but couldn’t make sense of them. Added to my woes, the few students who had bothered to turn up to my last ever lecture clearly did not appreciate my pathetic jokes.
They only cheered up when I offered to type everything up in a Word document and email it to them later. My suggestion that we clear the desks for an end of term disco afterwards was also very popular.
Later I played in the on-campus leisure pool, taking it in turns with my Finnish friend GW to slide down the chute. Then, in the shallow end, I listened intently to a school friend as she poured her heart out over her recent cancer diagnosis.
Dreamaticus 