not really last day last day

yesterday was my last day....well not really after all. Departmental meeting was postponed to tuesday. Though I was given the choice of passing my stuff to the coordinator and she'll pass it on to the necessary people, I chose to come for the meeting instead. I have something that I must do to their next year teacher, in person. My head is required, their feet is needed.

But it was the last school day for my kids and dis as well. Well, not really again cause they have to come back for 2 weeks of lessons, as most of their results are less than ideal.

Anyway, I met my dis and talked to them one by one. The closest one finally opened up, saying that he was busy, hence didn't reply. (sic) busy watching movies and gaming. Then again, I was like that when I was a teenager - not knowing that my non-reply could be interprated and cause worry to other people. Perhaps that's retribution. He did seemed guilty, when I told him he made me really worried, wondered if something happened to him or whether I've offended him. But his usual "act cool" and blurness concealed the guilt further.

Anyway, my dis. There is nothing you could do, that will change the way I feel about you. Unless you don't want this kor (not gore), which I'm perfectly fine with. Be it ups, be it down. Be it when you do the right thing, be it when you do the wrong thing. You're still my di, for as long as I can look out for you.