For the last two days, I've been at school painting my bulletin boards. Instead of boring beige, I now have bright blue boards! I was planning to get this task done early in the summer. That did not happen. I was too busy reading, going to the beach, and all that other fun stuff to worry about the colour of my bulletin boards. But when August rolled around, I started to think about school again. I've been away from the classroom for 7 weeks. I wondered if my parcels had arrived. I thought about the course I am re-structuring. I tried to remember my class lists. I spent so much time thinking about school, I started dreaming about school. This might sound weird, but really, it's not. Teachers are odd this way. They love summer, really, really love it, but they get twitchy towards fall. Or at least I do.
After a week of dreaming lectures, and considering board colours, I realized that I was getting stressed. Stressed in a not-so-bad way. Boredom arrived, I couldn't settle down with a book, and I knew the time to go back to work had come. Hooray!!!!
Yes. Hooray. Because I genuinely love my job. I admit, there are many days when I could happily send a kid packing. I am so tired after work at times I just want to cry. I wonder at least once a week if I am doing the right thing for my family. On the other hand, I can't wait to see the students. I miss my desk, my computer, my spot on the couch in the staff room. I have all kinds of ideas for my classes this coming fall, and I'm excited to see if they work.
Hubby and I were doing a "relationship test" booklet for fun the other night (whole 'nother post), and one of the questions was "What is your dream job?"
I can't think of anything I'd like better.