“Wherever you are is the entry point.” Kabir
Which is something of a relief because otherwise I’d be wittering on for pages, pedalling excuses about where I’ve been and why. Or worse still, sitting here trying to come up with stories and finding nothing but blank. Not even one story. Just big gaps where the words used to be.
Instead, a pretty picture. I had a small class of totally dedicated technologists this year in amongst my big classes of vaguely disinterested technologists. We collaborated on some pretty cool stuff. They are all off to different high schools this year and they are all carrying on with their technology studies. So I made them each something to remember our year by.
I guess they could use them as a pretty yet practical way to store pins. It’s more likely, though, that they will remember the slightly risqué song I taught them to sing when creativity turned to custard and then stab their venom into the pillow.
It’s been a rather hideous end to the year. But that’s where I am at the moment.