5 reasons I don’t want to go to school/work
1. It’s raining outside and all I want to do is hide in bed, wrapped up in the warmth of my blankets.
2. It’s beautiful outside and all I want to do is feel the sun’s kiss on my skin.
3. I’ve planned a perfect lesson but you haven’t brought a pen, the Internet is down and…
I kind of lied.
There are no perfect lessons.
The very notion that I have any idea what I’m doing
when the system changes every few years
when I’m preparing students for a future we can’t predict
when my class consists of kids so different from each other
when initiatives and curriculum are best of enemies
when I’m dealing with people
4. I’m human. My fatigued mind is buried in my tired body; my heavy heart distracted by issues outside of class.
5. I’ve lost faith.
The fingers of blame point clearly in my direction,
not necessarily individually
but collectively teachers carry a lot of guilt.
Results from standardised tests fail to impress the powers that be,
society sees only what it wants to see,
and parents pass on their responsibilities.
The papers report another teacher has been bashed
and I haven’t experienced anything that rash but I’ve felt the brunt of disrespect.
5 reasons I want to go to school/work
1. To write relief, a lesson that someone else will deliver, requires effort I just don’t have.
Besides, the students misbehave when I’m away
and there’s a chance the teacher will ignore what I wrote
which simply results in more work for me when I return.
2. I’ve got mouths to feed and bills to pay.
3. I like the people I work with.
They’re cute and quirky,
smart and strong,
not afraid to do something wrong to get the right result
and, most importantly, they tolerate me and my eccentricities.
4. I’m mental.
Honestly, what person in their right mind
would choose to spend their time with thirty teenagers?
5. I have faith – in me, in my colleagues and my students.
I’m a person working with people
and I hope my humanity, my humility and my humour
provide an example worth replicating.
If all the world’s indeed a stage,
then I’m the one running rehearsals
and I see first-hand what the media doesn’t show;
it gives me hope.