It's that time of year when teachers and students head back to the classroom. If I could simply teach, minus the meetings, minus the paperwork, minus the meetings, minus the grading, and minus (did I mention?) the meetings, I would be one happy camper. But, at the moment, I feel like the teacher in this image, chained to the desk as she plans lessons and deals with the layers of post-its that gather like falling, yellow snow onto her desk. Summer is over, and I've barely had a break.
Today teachers at this international school Somewhere in Asia reported for duty. That's right, folks, it's back to school time, and though it was tough to hear that alarm clock with its incessant beeping this morning, it was exciting to head back to campus after a morning workout at the gym. Fully tanked on cups of coffee, the faculty's energy was high at 8 am, especially because returning teachers were able to get caught up on everyone's summer travels and to meet the new faculty members who have arrived from places such as Tunisia, India, and China.
It's good to be back, despite the fact that I've had little time to relax. But, from the sounds of it, no one on staff really took time to relax this summer. We're always filling our summer with family reunions, visits with friends, graduate studies, and the like. Most of us are glad to be back, primarily because we get to stay in one place for once, instead of riding on various planes and trains and automobiles and motorcycles.
It's hard coming back to school, but it's also good. A brand new start is just what I need to keep me focused and centered. If I could have had just one week on a Thai beach, with Hope in a Bottle, then I would be truly ready to start. But that didn't happen.
So, back to school it is. Time to unpack the chalk, the post-its, the textbooks, and note books. Back to a brand, new year.
Students arrive on Monday, and I can't wait to meet them.