So Long, and May the Road Rise up to Meet You

So Long, and May the Road Rise up to Meet You

As I write my final article for the Health Corner Blog it is the most difficult article I have had to write. I honestly sit here and feel so many emotions at once and struggle with how to say good bye. Good byes are never easy, especially when the experience has been so memorable and rich, as they have been at De La Salle College ‘Oaklands’.

I remember when I first arrived at Del, I was probably more nervous than the new students. Being back in school was so nerve wracking, especially as a person hired to ensure the safety and well-being of students at Del. This was pressure and I knew I was up for it, but still shaking in my boots and hoping that I could be everything the school expected and needed at the time. 

Navigating the environment and the many, many events and celebrations has been so enjoyable for me. From the Share Life Day, Winter Activities, Theatre De La Salle, coaching and excursions, I fell in love with the school and the students and embraced everything as much as I could do so. I even bought a Del jacket!

This week I am off to work at a new job in a private rehabilitation center in the area of addictions and mental health. This is a new and exciting chapter for me.

Thank you for allowing me the privilege to work with you, dear students, and parents, and I hope that I made a bit of a difference. Yes, there were bumps in the road and change is never easy for any of us. I will always treasure my time at Del, and will always feel honored that I was chosen to help carve out a healthy and comfortable atmosphere at Del. 

Irish Blessing
May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind always be at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God Hold You in the Palm of His Hand.

Dr. Seuss
Don’t cry because it’s over,
Because it happened!

The Way it Was
Tears were dried, laughter ensued,
Students came in, left in a good mood,
My office, at times, sat empty and still,
But sometimes was loud as a fire drill,
There were plans to keep all happy and calm,
It sometimes went right and sometimes went wrong,
It was a privilege to listen, share sadness, and glee,
All of this etched in my memory.