A new twist on an old tale.
I vividly remember getting the news that my daughter had marker cells for cancer. That was several years ago, and, touch wood, has a happy ending, although she still has an annual check up at Great Ormond Street Oncology unit.
When you look back on your life, you remember certain moments, and that was one I will never forget. I don’t feel like that now, its not even in the same league, but the very fact that I am recalling that experience will give you an indication of how I am feeling.
And it’s always worse when it’s self-inflicted. There is no external personality to rage against, it’s all turned inwards. It’s another ingredient in the cocktail of emotions – despair, helplessness, but above all a feeling of emptiness and loss of hope. If I were to paint it, it would be a large black void surrounded by angry, jagged red.
So what have I done? It’s a small thing, trivial, pathetic. I have lost my college bag. I went to the pub yesterday after college, took my bag, and left it there. I realized and tried to go back last night, but it was closed. I went there before 9 this morning, it’s not there. It’s gone.
But it’s just a bag, right? Well, it certainly has no monetary value. It’s a small rucksack like thing, old and beaten up. In it are books, not without value, they’d probably cost about £70 to replace, but you’d only get a fraction of that selling them on Ebay. There’s a couple of marker pens and 2 Bic biros.
And there’s my files. They contain all my lecture notes. They contain assignments that I had written and were ready to hand in. They contain the log I need for the MA part of the course.
My assignments I may be able to recover. Most of them are word processed, so I will be able to print those out again, and will need to review them again. My PE assignments require that I include my lecture notes, I will have to talk to the lecturer about this. It’s going to be an awful lot of extra work, but I should be able to recover.
The MA log is going to be more problematic. We need to take this to next weeks seminar, and by it’s nature it’s not the sort of thing I can start from scratch. The MA assignment is the biggest and toughest of all of them. In my log I’ve got all my references to research, I would guess there’s about 40 hours of work in there, I don’t see that I am going to be able to recover that for the date of the hand-in, in a few weeks time. I may have to kiss goodbye to this. I can still qualify as a teacher but I so wanted to do that part of the course, and possibly use it to go on and do a full MA.
But the thing that I cannot recover is the lecture notes. These are the things I have taken from the lectures that I can use in class to help me be the best teacher I can. I have no interest in just scraping by as a teacher, if possible, I want to be brilliant, and I will need all the help of other experienced professionals to do this. And the lecture notes are my distillation of all their knowledge and experience. Its very personal to me, and now its gone for ever. The only way I can get these again would be to re-take the course, and that’s just not practical. I fear that this loss will mean that, even if I can recover and complete the course, I will end up being only some fraction of the teacher I could be, I am desolate.
All for the sake of a bottle of wine.
I’m trying to be practical. Our last Professional Studies lecture was on learning styles and multiple intelligences. We covered the concept of the different parts of the brain, going from the basic to advanced there is the reptilian brain (instinctive things, like breathing, and flight), the limbic system, which controls emotion, and the neo-cortex, where the higher cognitive functions take place. If one of the lower levels of the brain is engaged, it is not possible to operate at the higher levels, and I’m definitely stuck in the limbic system. Emotions have taken over, it’s hard to think rationally, but I’m trying.
I’ve been back to the pub twice to look for the bag, they were very nice and allowed me to search it top to bottom. But I need to go back this evening, when the same staff are on duty. It’s a long shot, but probably my only possible hope of getting it back. I need to contact the police, more in hope than expectation. I need to contact college and my personal tutor and get his advice. I’ll do that on Monday.
Very unproductively I imagine what I’ll do if I do get the files back. I’ll take out my notes from my note book and put them in he files that I’ve bought for the purpose. Not only does that mean that I’ll know where to look for them, but I can then just take the ones I need to college, I won’t risk losing all of them. I’ll then type up the stuff that I really need, which I will then be able to back up.
But this is no good, I can’t concentrate. My other half suggests looking in the streets around the pub in case someone has picked it up and dumped it. That’s a good idea, so I do that for 2 hours, to no avail. Because I’m there I go back to the pub again, although I suspect that they are beginning to tire of me now. And a minor miracle happens. A new guy was apparently working last night and has come back to work. He picked up the bag and, instead of putting it in the normal place for lost property he has put it into a different cupboard. With a cheerful swing of the arm he presents me with my bag.
I try and express how grateful I am. I manage “I don’t know how I can thank you, my life is in that bag”, but its quite difficult being too upbeat when you have a hangover.
So now I am back at home, and all ready to start my filing, and typing up of notes. Which I will do.
After a few celebratory beers in the pub.