I’m sitting here munching on a greens (thanks to mum who grew these in her organic garden) pie I made for lunch thinking about how much education has changed.

Today I headed down to the Moorleigh Community Village which used to be an old high school that was closed down in the 1990s to meet up with my father once again who’s instructing a Learn How to Draw course for the term.

While waiting for him to finish, I took some photos of the things that struck my fancy realising just how “at home” I felt in that school time warp. This was very similar to the high school I went to and after all these years, I feel comfortable in it.

What I particular liked were the paper notices on the boards, the manila folders with the class lists to check yourself in, the checklists sticky taped on the window of each class about how to clean the class and how to stack the chairs neatly. Folders with paper forms in plastic sheets, pens in cups.

Real things. Physical things. Olde worlde yet somehow grounding.

No one telling me to download an app, search for something online, do a class online. No mention of Microsoft Teams or Zoom. Or to Like Us on Facebook.

It made me realise just how much things have changed. I romanticise the past but in all honesty, I hated my high school years and seeing the difference between the 1980s and the 2020s now makes me realise that it certainly was a different time.

I’ll be back here next week again as I’ve been invited to attend the weekly French Conversation Group so I’ll check it out.