It was the first week in August. We were on holiday, strolling happily around a gorgeous lake in the south of Moravia when my husband suddenly asked: When exactly do you start work this year? I remember my inward reaction; I was
shocked surprised that he felt like talking about school (he’s an educator too) in such a beautiful, carefree moment. I couldn’t understand the fact that school had come to his mind at all. I think I even panicked a little. I answered hurriedly and then my gaze fell on the lovely water surface, the wild ducks and all the lush greenery again. Work. Something so distant. A different life. Another dimension….
The thought that my husband’s question had made me feel so frustrated was even more disturbing that the feeling itself. This is the way mind likes torturing us. It creates negative feelings, which it then wants to push away, but it actually does more harm than good doing so.
Fast forward to the present moment. I start work in two days. I think it was about a week ago – when it cooled down a little and I started bumping into my students here and there – that I could again feel the pleasant tickling that I feel each year around this time. I hadn’t done anything in particular to bring this emotion about. It just came to me; the way it had been coming for years. And I was really happy because at one point I feared that I had lost some of my enthusiasm and love for teaching. But apparently, I’m back on the saddle. So, I guess, everything comes at the right time and when the time comes, it’s good to make space for the positive.
I’m well aware of the fact that many of our students feel the same way, possibly even worse. I wonder whether they get back on the saddle as quickly as we teachers do or whether the period of frustration goes on a little longer. I suspect the latter is true.🙂 Anyway, I think I’ll definitely show a little more compassion for their initial lack of enthusiasm this year.
Do you sometimes have similar feelings during the summer holidays? How do you deal with them?