Huh, isn’t it strange?
Here I am, back from Ireland for a while already and even though while there I diligently spent a fair amount of time every evening jotting down anecdotes and notes of what I simply have to blog about as soon as I am back, somehow for the last what – 12 days I couldn’t bring myself to type anything. Well, no one is making me of course, so who cares, but I’m a bit astonished nonetheless. I guess it’s just a case of there being simply too much to tell. That, and the fact that writing really is the most fun when you should be doing something else instead.
So it comes as no surprise at all that I should be feeling like blogging right now, when really I should be working on lesson plans and course lists for the new school year which starts tomorrow. Well, it already started today, but – can I just rub this in very quickly? – the powers that be were gracious this time round and actually granted me those two school-free days I need for university, and they are – tadah! – Monday and Friday!!! So, I honestly don’t mean to make anyone overly envious or anything, but surely you do realize that this means that until October I have a gorgeous string of four-day weekends and three-day weeks (in my book, the only truly appropriate work-leisure ratio)?!
That temptingly glittering medal does have its downside however. The price seems to be that the days I am working are going to be a bit of a challenge. (Aren’t they always? How soon you forget.) Due to a sudden English teacher shortage at our school, we are going to have one English class less per year, which boils down to much bigger courses and a whole lot of dividing up of old classes and sending around of confused pupils. Also, I had to give up “my” class, the one I was in charge of for a year and have been teaching since day one.
Anyhow, tonight is the night of things fluttering in my stomach that shouldn’t by rights be fluttering there, the night of nerves and that strange sinking feeling you know from way back when you went to bed without all your homework done (which was, basically, every school night since Third Year). It’s by now become something of a tradition to be experiencing this back-to-teaching-tension after the holidays, and even my dad tells me he knows what it feels like and gets mild bouts of it still – and he’s five years away from retirement – so I guess it’s part and parcel of the job. Too bad that for me any tension has a rather unfair share of headaches tagging along.
So, what with the screen hurting my eyes and that big (and worse: early, urgh) day ahead tomorrow:
Nightynight, sleep tight! Don’t let the bedbugs… Er…right. Good night!
So it comes as no surprise at all that I should be feeling like blogging right now, when really I should be working on lesson plans and course lists for the new school year which starts tomorrow. Well, it already started today, but – can I just rub this in very quickly? – the powers that be were gracious this time round and actually granted me those two school-free days I need for university, and they are – tadah! – Monday and Friday!!! So, I honestly don’t mean to make anyone overly envious or anything, but surely you do realize that this means that until October I have a gorgeous string of four-day weekends and three-day weeks (in my book, the only truly appropriate work-leisure ratio)?!
That temptingly glittering medal does have its downside however. The price seems to be that the days I am working are going to be a bit of a challenge. (Aren’t they always? How soon you forget.) Due to a sudden English teacher shortage at our school, we are going to have one English class less per year, which boils down to much bigger courses and a whole lot of dividing up of old classes and sending around of confused pupils. Also, I had to give up “my” class, the one I was in charge of for a year and have been teaching since day one.
Anyhow, tonight is the night of things fluttering in my stomach that shouldn’t by rights be fluttering there, the night of nerves and that strange sinking feeling you know from way back when you went to bed without all your homework done (which was, basically, every school night since Third Year). It’s by now become something of a tradition to be experiencing this back-to-teaching-tension after the holidays, and even my dad tells me he knows what it feels like and gets mild bouts of it still – and he’s five years away from retirement – so I guess it’s part and parcel of the job. Too bad that for me any tension has a rather unfair share of headaches tagging along.
So, what with the screen hurting my eyes and that big (and worse: early, urgh) day ahead tomorrow:
Nightynight, sleep tight! Don’t let the bedbugs… Er…right. Good night!
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