Vacation.

One of the perks of teaching is our vacations, not every job gets as much time off as we get.

I don't know how to handle time off, sure I enjoy sleeping more, I enjoy having my head worries free, I enjoy not having to plan (though I love planning), I enjoy the freedom, I have time to read, to discover books, music and movies. But I don't handle it well, managing it is borderline impossible to me.

There are other teachers that know how to enjoy it far better than me, they run errands, they sleep in and don't feel guilty, go on trips, get out of bed, are absolutely content with the wonders of having vacations, someday I will learn to be like them.

Even if I get anxious with the time off and feel guilty for not getting out of bed, I welcome the vacations every year, because my head needs to be away from planning, from breaking up fights, from staff meetings and all the responsibilities that the every day bring. So, while I learn how to deal with them I will just be glad and thankful that they exist.

A vacation is like love - anticipated with pleasure, experienced with discomfort, and remembered with nostalgia. ~Author Unknown

Blues

It has taken me quite a while to compose this post. I hate saying goodbye and I hate dealing with the end of the year, but alas here we are.

That dreadful yet wanted end of the year, it brought tears, sadness, joy, laughter, it wasn't easy.

End of the year brings a lot of changes.

For the children is the fact that you will no longer be their teacher and the adjustment that this will bring, they feel confused at times, it makes them sad and upset, sometimes angry at us, at the change, it's a perfect opportunity to do one last lesson and work on adjusting to change and the benefits of it.


For us though we understand, it's still hard, no anger, just sadness about letting them go and expectation about the next year, the new children, we forget how much we repeat this pattern, but we think will they make laugh as much as this and that, will they have clever little comments like my little F. So the end of the year blues attack us and we go back to the wonderful memories we shared, we get a little down, shed a tear or two and move on.

I will miss my little apples that is for sure, but I am excited for my new challenge.