Once upon a time there was a vocally challenged teacher who set up a blog to converse with her students.

And every day the blog got busier and though her vocals got better, it didn’t matter, because the conversation took over… she didn’t have all of the answers, or even some of them but writing helped make sense of the wonder and mayhem, wonder and madness of the classroom.

Until one day her voice dried up. There was a death, and another death. There was a change of job, and another one. And there was no longer a wondrous, infuriating classroom to blog about, to make sense of, to interrogate, review and reflect.

And because of that she stopped blogging, despite the wonders it had brought to her life [here, here, here, here, here, here, here]

Until finally her blog went dormant and became an archive.

This blog is dormant, though I hope it’s not yet extinct.

If you’ve asked a question, posted a comment, or simply wondered about the silence on here, it’s because I am no longer blogging. Perhaps I am thus no longer a blogger, though I keep saying ‘once an English teacher, always an English teacher’… despite the three years I have now been out of the classroom.

I cannot adequately capture the sadness I feel that I no longer write. A combination of grief and circumstances robbed me of my voice and my reason for writing but I retain the hope that one day I will again find the writing voice I once had. Blogging to make sense of the endless internal dialogue so many of us teachers have running on a loop as we turn over the day’s events in the classroom in our heads has been one of the great pleasures of my life thus far.

I’ll leave the archive up, though it’s probably best to warn you that trends come and go (I’m thinking in particular of the comparative) – I’m not sure if the Evelyn of 2017 would give the same advice as she did in 2011, 2012, 2013 and 2014… so pay at least some attention to the date on which a blog post was published if you are still using it as a guide.

Lastly, thanks to all of you who used and still use the site, who contacted me via the blog, who enriched my professional life so much and who reached out with such sincerity when grief came knocking at my door.

I’m not done with writing (I hope). But for now, I’m done with this blog.



6 Responses to A long slow goodbye…

  1. Emer Whyte says:

    Evelyn, what a wonderful way to sign off. Thank you for having the courage to share your insights and wisdom. I enjoyed your blog and found it extremely refreshing. I hope to read your words again in the future x

  2. Marina Cusack says:

    Evelyn, your long goodbye proves you have not lost your voice. It’s a beautiful piece of writing. Thank you for EVERYTHING you have given of yourself over the years. You are one of the most inspirational teachers – and people – it has been pleasure to encounter.
    I am sorry to hear that you have been through so much: take your time out, repair, recover, heal. Be kind to yourself, as you would be to another.
    You will be back one day. Perhaps not here but somewhere, in some form or another, when you’re ready.
    Thank you Evelyn for all you have contributed to so many, teachers and students alike.

  3. Ann O Regan says:

    Thank you so much – you have inspired my teaching many times!!!

  4. Amanda Grace says:

    You will be sadly missed. Do not pass an opportunity to write a novel for first years (“,) or some revision book for us humble teachers! You have a beautiful style, wit and class about your writing, so please do not let it lie dormant.

  5. Sarah Ní Ghallachóir says:

    Evelyn, I’ve admired you from a far for many years and have often directed my students to your blog as a useful and inspirational resource. Thank you for all your hard work, it is all appreciated.

  6. Áine Ní Dhroighneáin says:

    Evelyn, such eloquent words to bid us farewell…
    I wish you all the best. I returned to teaching a short number of years ago, and was landed with a HL English class last year, having not tackled this in a long, long time! Your blog gave me such inspiration, offered such insight and help, made me chuckle often after a hard day, motivated me to be the best teacher of HL English I can be.
    You will be missed. Mind yourself. Be good to yourself. Take time.Like Philomel who was robbed of her voice, I hope the sweet nightingale will return one day, pluck a plume and inspire us all once again.
    Thank you, and goodbye (for now!)

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