First day of the new school year and I am wondering what is going on at my old school. Folks around me - family and friends - are suggesting that I should put my thoughts away and concentrate on getting well but, I can't do it, I'm still feeling that it is my school and I should be there. My friend Cathy says that this will pass, so I'm waiting... AND not particularly patiently either!
I am thinking all of the kids coming through the gates: the girls squeeling and running up to friends that they haven't seen for six or seven weeks for a big hug and the boys posturing in that "how's it going man" stance waiting for a high five from their buds. It's a wonderful sight for those of us who love to teach.
So - I'm thinking of volunteering overseas as a teacher!!! Yes I know that I'll still be teaching, but that was never the problem...
I think in a way, my problem is that it was the terrors of classroom teaching I succumbed to, the fact that the students (the seven to eight of them in my class) would muck around and therefore not allow me to teach. Imagine fourteen years of teaching in the same school with that problem, along with the fights, bad language, both physical and emotional abuse and many other situations.
... teaching children in a country where so many of them do not receive an education seems to me to be a great way to continue doing something I am passionate about and perhaps making a difference for some children.
I need to find what to do next... where to go, what to do?
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