First Day Back
I am remembering now why I was so dreading going back to teaching. "Why--seriously. Why?" is the thought of it so repulsive when one has some days off? Isn't this my chosen profession? Isn't this, to some extent, my vocation? Then why do I feel like a child who has found some good equipment in a playground and now is being torn from it kicking and screaming? I have always thought that I could be a "stay at home creator" and think so even more now.
The other thing I seem sometimes to forget, is how much caffeine can affect me on a school night. Now, I would never even dream of making coffee the eve of a school day, but when offered it by a friend who promises to put in only a little coffee and mostly milk, I promptly say "yes."
Tossing and turning until at least 1:30 the dread of the next day only got worse and worse as I knew I would be crashing sometime not too late into it. I was only miraculously saved an early crash by the message left on my phone after my shower that there was a 2 hour delay due to icy roads. I promptly fell back asleep for an hour, ate my breakfast and made that fated strong espresso coffee in style before heading out giving myself an hour and half for the unknown commute. It's a good thing, for I promptly fell on the thick sheet of ice that covered the ground to my car even though I had observed the teacher neighbors commenting on how slippery it was and had changed into my Uggs for the purpose. Luckily, my coffee flew elsewhere than my pristine white coat.
Back to the grind.
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