En lärares farväl

Att hålla ett tal till elever man är fäst vid, kolleger man älskar och en skola man stortrivts på - svår utmaning när det inte är ens eget beslut att lämna. Orden räckte inte till så jag återanvände andra ord, gjorde några ändringar och sjöng. Med sorg i hjärtat, darrande röst men ändå på mitt egna sätt. Och det får sammanfatta mina tre år på en fantastisk skola, med fantastiska elever och kolleger.

And now, the day is here;
And so I face the final lesson.
My friends, I'll say it clear,
I'll rest my case, of this I'm certain.

I've done a job that's full.
I've walked you through ev'ry schoolday;
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Mistakes, I've done a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
I did it all without exception.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step through the hallway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When you bit off more than you could chew.
But through it all, when you had doubt,
I did my best to pull you out
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so confusing.

To think I did all this;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
"No, oh no not me,
I did it my way".

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things I truly feel;
These are my words, these are real:
The record show I took the blow -
‘Cos I did it my way!