Could it be..?
I realise it has been an entire month of silence. My apologies.
The holidays came and went with a lot accomplished. I took 3 days to rearrange the sleeping quarters of my beloved children and inadvertently threw out a whole lot of childish stuff - things that meant the world to them a few years back but have no place in their lives now. Yet, sorting through the stuff brought back numerous happy memories both for them and myself of them. They were good while they lasted, played their roles in shaping my children's characters and personalities but now, we must keep moving on. The rest of the days passed like a blur, uneventful yet much appreciated. The high point was the fact that there was no marking.
Then back to work. It was hard. Trying to get back into the routine was an unbelievable struggle after that week of quiet bliss. Remembering the noise and problems that come with boisterous, highly strung children locked in a space of 30' x 30' was enough to wear me out.
And yet, little by little, pieces of the jigsaw started to fit. I realised students have begun to accept my face and presence as I was greeted by warmer words, smiles and even offers of help in carrying my orange knapsack. The staff were also friendlier and people who used to just smile started to speak to me. Perhaps we had mellowed together. Then, the hero of each day who comes by with his dispensation of 2 jokes per day - to spread my contagiously loud laughter across the staffroom, maybe. And ultimately, the arrival of a fellow compatriot from a cluster school who had also been redeployed.
Could it be that God has put us together for a reason?
Could it be that she came to support me emotionally, so that I feel less lonely?
Could it be that she is there to be a mutual sounding board?
Could it be that I am there to support her?
Cos she mentioned something I hadn't realised - how is it that I had assimilated so well?
Had I?
I guess I have - still adapting but fitting in better than anticipated.
Isn't it strange, how people see things so clearly while we see ourselves struggling through quicksand and feel the cold North wind sucking the breath out of us?
It is good to take a step back, every once in a while and evaluate, where we are, how far we've come and where is it that we are heading.
The holidays came and went with a lot accomplished. I took 3 days to rearrange the sleeping quarters of my beloved children and inadvertently threw out a whole lot of childish stuff - things that meant the world to them a few years back but have no place in their lives now. Yet, sorting through the stuff brought back numerous happy memories both for them and myself of them. They were good while they lasted, played their roles in shaping my children's characters and personalities but now, we must keep moving on. The rest of the days passed like a blur, uneventful yet much appreciated. The high point was the fact that there was no marking.
Then back to work. It was hard. Trying to get back into the routine was an unbelievable struggle after that week of quiet bliss. Remembering the noise and problems that come with boisterous, highly strung children locked in a space of 30' x 30' was enough to wear me out.
And yet, little by little, pieces of the jigsaw started to fit. I realised students have begun to accept my face and presence as I was greeted by warmer words, smiles and even offers of help in carrying my orange knapsack. The staff were also friendlier and people who used to just smile started to speak to me. Perhaps we had mellowed together. Then, the hero of each day who comes by with his dispensation of 2 jokes per day - to spread my contagiously loud laughter across the staffroom, maybe. And ultimately, the arrival of a fellow compatriot from a cluster school who had also been redeployed.
Could it be that God has put us together for a reason?
Could it be that she came to support me emotionally, so that I feel less lonely?
Could it be that she is there to be a mutual sounding board?
Could it be that I am there to support her?
Cos she mentioned something I hadn't realised - how is it that I had assimilated so well?
Had I?
I guess I have - still adapting but fitting in better than anticipated.
Isn't it strange, how people see things so clearly while we see ourselves struggling through quicksand and feel the cold North wind sucking the breath out of us?
It is good to take a step back, every once in a while and evaluate, where we are, how far we've come and where is it that we are heading.
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