So now it’s July 1. The paperwork is over and all I have left to do is empty my classroom at the old school tomorrow – today is a holiday in Canada – Canada Day.
Time for brightness and light (and warmth. It’s July 1st and I have a fire going to ward off the chill that 12 degrees celsius brings to this old house) so welcome to my site redesign 🙂 I need something cheery to look at right now. I’ll let this post explain some of the why.
Yesterday was supposed to be my first day of holiday until I was called in to do ‘a bit’ of paperwork that people forgot to tell me about. In Ontario, students are awarded a certificate of Bilingualism depending on the number of hours of French they were exposed to from Kindergarten through Grade 12. The system for figuring this out is rather…tedious. Each year the French teacher has to figure out how many hours each child received and add it to previous years. Not all students are equal though, some with IEPs receive less French instruction than their peers and so we need to figure out the percentage of instruction over the year. There is a form to write all of this in (by hand) in each student’s folder though, sadly, there isn’t a uniform location for the form in each folder. I taught 7 classes of 20 to 34 students per classroom. 5 hours later I was on my way back home. But the stress of this end of year got to me and I spent much of my paperwork time in tears. Uncontrollably so. Every once in a while I’d wipe my eyes and say, ok. It’s over. And it was, until someone came by to ask how I was doing and they’d start right up again.
So I definitely learned that when I’m not at my top form I default to old behaviours. I used to keep my emotions to myself until they finally exploded out of me in the form of tears that just couldn’t stop. And there I was again.
Smack in the middle of my new teaching assignment my boyfriend left. We had a difficult weekend about 2 weeks ago and really needed to talk. Instead I came home from work that Monday to find all of his things gone and I haven’t heard from him since.
I was in the middle of getting to know a new school in a new province, transitioning from high school to elementary school teaching, and writing report cards at the new school all the while correcting, evaluating, and reporting on student work from my old school. I already had a few emotions coursing through my system – fears of incompetence related to both teaching elementary school after an 8 year hiatus from that level and teaching in French, guilt associated with leaving my students and colleagues at the old school, and overwhelmedom from all of that 🙂 Needless to say I packed whatever I felt about this relationship into the back of my mind (heart) in order to continue juggling the balls.
I’m looking forward to this summer to rest and recuperate! Gardening, spending time with friends and family, exercise (I have not exercised in I don’t know how long), reading, painting, and whatever else comes up are how I am going to do that.
6 responses to “Wherever you go, there you are”
It never rains but pours. Look for that rainbow that is bound to come.
I’m fully expecting it to come – don’t they always once the rain passes? 🙂
The cool breezes today are soothing–it’s been a long few weeks for you, and your huge heart, as open as it is to the world, keeps beating despite the hurt.
Fears of incompetence are what keep us from mediocrity, not something I think you’re capable of, anyway.
Your list is as good as any to maintain sanity–and we need to keep good people like you whole.
@Michael Doyle, Thank you, my dear. As always, your comment brings a smile to my face. And reminds me that when times are bad it is always possible (probable) to find the good in them.
The only thing I learned from being a paratrooper was there are times when you just HOPE to put one foot in front of the other until the run is done. Then it is and you can breathe. You’re such a special lady. Breathe snuggle the pug and enjoy your time.
@Phil, thankfully the run is done and I am breathing again! Believe me – both Jacob (pug) and Toby (not pug) have given me a few extra snuggles lately. They seem to know when you need them, don’t they?