Out With a Whimper

A couple of weeks ago, while I was still really sick, we had the last Skyland class. Those classes have been a lot of fun at varying times, and I really like the students tremendously. So I was pretty hurt when I found out the classes were coming to an end. And of course, I don't really know why. Mr. M. gives me only the most basic information..."last Skyland class next week". That's it. No softening me up, no polite explanations (true or excuses), just "it's over". I know that profits are down there. And I think the novelty factor has worn off. And the fact that Mr. M. and the client agree on a course structure without ever asking the teacher (me). And they rarely pick the right book for the class. But of course that's all the logical part of me. Then there is the irrational/emotional/insecure part of me that blames it all on me and myself. Of course, it's probably a little of all of that. So the last class came and went with little fanfare. Actually, everybody seemed a little uncomfortable, and we all just plunged right ahead. 10 minutes before the class ended they brought out a cake and they gave me a little goodbye gift. It's a harmonica key chain/keitai charm (I pictured it next to an ichi yen coin, about the size of a dime, to give it some perspective). It appears to be a quality instrument, even if it is tiny. It's very cute. And then we said goodbye, and I walked away. The end.