Ah kids...
You know, I have a job that can easily switch from being the most awesome job in the world to the most horrendous one in a matter of nanoseconds.
Yes. I am a teacher. How did you guess?
During its most glorious moments, when all the stars align and all the planets make their makeshift dance around our solar centre a little more ecstatic, it is probably one of the most rewarding things ever. Either that, or the person who designed a bridge and sees traffic moving across it for the first time whilst constantly hoping the darn thing will not crash.
And let us be honest, it is those rewarding moments that make me want to push on. Through all the difficult moments. And believe me, there are quite a few.
You see, children are varied and that easily translates to any given situation. Some are hyped up without the use of the latest designer drugs, some are lethargic to the point where you do need to check their pulse on a regular basis. Others have nearly completed the full checklist of any and all affliction you could possibly have. ADD, dyslexia, dyspraxia, things beginning with 'dys-' that no one has ever heard about... You can name it all.
Sometimes kids are downright assholes.
What, you thought I was going to sugarcoat everything?
On days when everything turns pearshaped, it truly can be taxing. As in: as soon as I get home, I am going to drop onto the couch like a twenty ton bag of potatoes, drink copious amounts of liquor and cry into a cosy blanket whilst watching endless reruns of your favourite series. And that does happen, and every time that happens, you feel like giving up and the whole world feels too heavy for its own good.
Fortunately, most days after tend to be better.
Unfortunately, sometimes your colleagues do not improve the situation.
There is little point in endless meetings that make no sense, heaps of paperwork that goes nowhere and constant bitching and complaining, but alas: such is the nature of the beast sometimes.
You learn to live with it or otherwise, there is a slight chance this profession is not for you.
Do no get me started on annoying parents.
No seriously, that shit is next level of 'how to get me irate'. That will have to wait.
But still, even though at times it feels as though it does become quite too much, there is still that little voice that tries to remind you of the moments when it is still all worth it. And you press on.
Simply because you are pretty bloody sure someone else is going to make a complete mess out of it all anyway.
Yes. I am a teacher. How did you guess?
During its most glorious moments, when all the stars align and all the planets make their makeshift dance around our solar centre a little more ecstatic, it is probably one of the most rewarding things ever. Either that, or the person who designed a bridge and sees traffic moving across it for the first time whilst constantly hoping the darn thing will not crash.
And let us be honest, it is those rewarding moments that make me want to push on. Through all the difficult moments. And believe me, there are quite a few.
You see, children are varied and that easily translates to any given situation. Some are hyped up without the use of the latest designer drugs, some are lethargic to the point where you do need to check their pulse on a regular basis. Others have nearly completed the full checklist of any and all affliction you could possibly have. ADD, dyslexia, dyspraxia, things beginning with 'dys-' that no one has ever heard about... You can name it all.
Sometimes kids are downright assholes.
What, you thought I was going to sugarcoat everything?
On days when everything turns pearshaped, it truly can be taxing. As in: as soon as I get home, I am going to drop onto the couch like a twenty ton bag of potatoes, drink copious amounts of liquor and cry into a cosy blanket whilst watching endless reruns of your favourite series. And that does happen, and every time that happens, you feel like giving up and the whole world feels too heavy for its own good.
Fortunately, most days after tend to be better.
Unfortunately, sometimes your colleagues do not improve the situation.
There is little point in endless meetings that make no sense, heaps of paperwork that goes nowhere and constant bitching and complaining, but alas: such is the nature of the beast sometimes.
You learn to live with it or otherwise, there is a slight chance this profession is not for you.
Do no get me started on annoying parents.
No seriously, that shit is next level of 'how to get me irate'. That will have to wait.
But still, even though at times it feels as though it does become quite too much, there is still that little voice that tries to remind you of the moments when it is still all worth it. And you press on.
Simply because you are pretty bloody sure someone else is going to make a complete mess out of it all anyway.
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