This week is the
first anniversary of my last
teaching of a Adult Education Class and I
find myself looking back on it
like it was Gettysburg.
Redundancy ended all that I had an interview yesterday
for learning and progression
mentor for a local college ( where I
actually studied for my teaching
qualification) for a job
which i did for many years and
won a national award in the area
Once again rejected
told it was a strong field and
many competitive candidates on the day
not really one for college staff cliques
I think I come
across as too much
like Rick Moranis from Ghostbusters
I used to never
consider the future except in a sci
fi world of flying
glass pyramids but now at 48
think of the future as unemployment, poverty and illness.
Once I looked
forward to hope and a stable
everyday job now it is all penny saving
and tinned food as I honestly expect to
have to stay at home with my books and
my teaching awards to end up dying like the Collyer brothers
Incidentally
mention of wealthy
former professionals turned recluses
surrounded by books and clutter re the Collyers
does sound increasingly like my
life.
When I was nearby her
home for an interview I called on my nonagenarian Aunt who
in course of conversation asked " who I was
leaving my money to and had
I left a will" saying "you don't want to leave your money
to ............ naming my other cousins and eventually turned the talk of wills and inheritance
to her
own grandson - "yes I suppose I
eventually my money will go
to him" I remember saying
how odd for a 94 year old to be so concerned about my health
and my will !!
I did mention making
a will in favour of my friend but
she told me " do not leave your books to me!! they will go in a dumpster ! (what all 7000 + of them ) just leave me your
money! "
so nice people are
concerned for my health and who
inherits after I am gone
Am I gone yet?
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