Although I have done a few idiotic things in my life, putting myself in some pretty strange situations, I do have a strong survival instinct (just like any other middle child). There is in me a certain stubbornness, almost an obsession that doesn't let me accept defeat. As Kenny Roger's Gambler advises, I know when to hold em, when to fold em, when to walk away, and when to run, be it from toxic relationships or strenuous circumstances. Thus, I retired and moved to Cobourg.
As much fun as it is to watch movies at midnight or live without an alarm-clock, I felt the September blues sneaking up on me. If I were an artist, I would've painted in colours of nostalgia, if I were a composer, I could've written a melancholic sonata. I tried my hand at versing my blues, but it didn't come out right. I'm still a teacher, and I need to be where I'm needed, in the classroom, at least for a while longer. Since I haven't forgotten about poor management, difficult parents, last minute changes, untimely deadlines or unwelcome initiatives, I have no desire to belong to the institution. However, I found the secret to my survival - sailing across classrooms without having to drop anchor.
Tomorrow, I will cross the threshold of a school near me, to volunteer my services for the upcoming academic year. I feel energized, purposeful.
I wish all teachers and learners, especially my friends, former colleagues and students a rewarding year, full of purpose, patience, and positivity. May your uniqueness be noted, your contributions recognized, and your achievements celebrated!
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