Back to school
Well it’s the night every teacher dreads, even those that love their jobs (myself included). The night before we return to school for the new academic year. I was once told by a colleague, who is quite upbeat and positive, that she calls it Suicide Sunday (a bit of an over exaggeration I think). As we all know (if you don’t we’re in the midst of a GLOBAL PANDEMIC) it’s been a strange all year and most of the children have been at home since March. My school has a high proportion of children/parents who didn’t access any of the online learning provided for them. I’m not looking forward to returning as I have been moved to the Nursery, one of the two “new” reception teachers is pregnant and has been replaced by a supply teacher and the other teacher is also an NQT. I feel like I will be expected to work alongside them while trying to work out how to be in Nursery. I had mentioned to the leaders that I was planning to move on, just before lockdown, so wonder whether that is the reason I have been moved. I’m going to try to stay positive, keep my head up and hope for the best.
Can we keep it up?
“I’m leaving school now do you want to meet me for a coffee and a walk?” It was a spur of the moment decision, after a busy day at school I left at a reasonable hour, which meant I got home at a decent time. On a whim I called GO and arranged to go for an evening stroll, we picked up a coffee and made our way around the reservoir. In Lockdown/Summer we would go for a daily walk, sometimes we went after tea and it was lovely. I felt like there was more to life than just working, eating and sleeping, we weren’t just waiting for the weekends. It would be lovely to think that we can keep it up, I don’t hold out much hope. Once work kicks into high gear I am not sure I will be able to sustain this, so we’re making the most of it while we have it.
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