I wish this post is about colorful drinking straws that make people (and me) happy (think sweet drinks and parties), but it is not. Instead It is about straws that had piled on the camel’s back and broke it. I am the camel. The cumulative effect of many small events (straws) at school have finally lead me to make the decision:
In an email, I gave notice to my P that I will be leaving service. My last month of teaching to my students will be in August (but no one in school knows this yet).
This long post will be about straws.
2015: I have haboured thoughts of changing careers for a while (since 2008!). Teaching is meaningful, but doing the same routines for a decade and knowing that the next 10 years will be the same, has made me restless. While …