What’s the International Sign for Drowning Again?
Help! I’m going under! I have been treading water with a moderate amount of success for the last few weeks but I think March just officially had it’s way with me and it’s not pretty. We’re talking significant bruising.
Here is the problem with being a teacher…wait, are you ready for this? Take a moment and put down your
cocktail coffee so you don’t spill.
We are not just teachers.
Okay. So I know that this is not a revolutionary idea, but it is true. We are all something else – mothers, fathers, siblings, small business owners, writers, exercisers (Is that what you even call someone who works out? I don’t have first hand knowledge with this…because, you know, I’m a teacher. Full. Circle.), bloggers, boyfriends, girlfriends, wives, or avid cocktail drinkers. Whatever it is, we are all something else outside of our lives in the classroom. Yet, teaching isn’t “just a job” that we leave behind when we leave the building. It is a part of who we are, how we see the world and our happiness. Which is lovely in that let’s-all-sit-around-and-feel-warm-fuzzies way but it is also all consuming and, at times, crippling.
Hence me feeling like I’m drowning.
I am always thinking about schools, the teachers I work with and that lesson I have to write, article I have to read, student work I have to look at, that endless list of pieces ot the teacher puzzle that I love but sometimes a girl just needs to vacuum the living room and watch Grey’s.
Spring break is this mythical light at the end of my tunnel and with any luck I will make it. But don’t get in my way in the meantime because I’m overwhelmed and
cranky just trying to survive.