My former teaching colleagues returned to work this week. At 7 a.m. this morning, I am walking with a cup of coffee to the mailbox, in my jammies. Instead of showering and prepping to leave the house by 5:30 a.m. for the hour drive into Nashville, I have written for 2 hours already today, contentedly. I loved, loved, loved my work as an educator, but I do not wish I were returning. I was exhausted. The emotional and physical intensity that teachers expend is infinite. It was time for younger energy.
Children are magic for me,. I hope to find other outlets to help them once, if ever, this could-have-been-prevented extension of the pandemic is over.
My gifts as an English teacher were to relate to the children on their level, to inspire the joy of writing, and to encourage creativity.
I worked at a private school where individuality was encouraged at all levels and I thrived there.
Again, magic:
Sure missing that Mrs godwin magic this year, but so happy for you. I hope things get to a safer place and you can come visit soon