I said goodbye to my class on Friday. We were down to three students and two of the remaining 3 are finishing in the next two weeks. What that meant for me was being laid-off. I had managed to work for almost a year of Covid, but finally my number is up. The remaining number of students (including another dwindling class) can only make up one class in total and I won’t be the one teaching it. As you can see, they gave me a nice farewell. I want to call it a Perfect Moment, but honestly, it is difficult to call it anything but bittersweet. (Cue the Verve)
I won’t be laid off forever, but it might feel that way. All of my other colleagues have been laid off, and it is no surprise that it got this far. I can’t imagine many people want to travel to learn English and the students that are in Toronto probably want face to face classes–which is not happing in the near future.
If there is a silver lining, it could be that I can get a few more things done around the house. I can also exercise more. I hopefully will take some time to write more.