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The Retirement Newsletter: My last start of an academic year and going cashless
Welcome
Welcome to issue -17 — My last start of an academic year.
And I also comment on how my local town seems to be sleep-walking into the cashless society.
The start of the academic year
All my life, well, since the age of five (or three and a half if you count pre-school nursery), I have lived by two calendars — the yearly one that most people live by and the academic calendar that pupils, students, and educators use. And this is my last start to an academic calendar year. And it feels odd.
Three years ago, in 2020, I realised I was welcoming the last cohort of students I would see graduate. And I went to their ceremony in July.
It felt strange.
I had lost count of the number of graduations I have attended.
Excluding my three, it must be well into the thirties (most years I have attended two, some years three).
All that hand clapping.
All those class photos.
I wonder how many toilets have a photo of me with a graduating class hanging on…
