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When I was a kid, I was always ready to go back to school after two boring weeks at home. But a lot of my classmates weren’t happy about returning to a schedule filled with homework, tests, and early morning wake-up calls. Checking out teachers’ blogs this morning, I can see that they, too, experience a range of feelings on the eve of returning to school after an extended break.
Pissed Off Teacher, a veteran teacher at a large high school in Queens who was eligible for retirement two years ago, writes that the vacation renewed her spirits:
I am definitely going to wait until summer vacation to decide whether I should retire this year or not. When I am at work, I am tired and frustrated and ready to pack it in. Yet, as I contemplate returning tomorrow, I feel excitement, not dread. (OK, a little dread. I am really not looking forward to getting up at 6:15 while the house is cold and everyone in it is asleep.) I know I am nuts, but I missed the lunacy that goes with my life as a teacher.
A first-year teacher and brand new blogger, teachnyc, didn’t feel the same way, instead creating a TeachFor.Us blog to express his anxiety about returning to the classroom. Teachnyc writes:
I have one day left of glorious winter break and instead of spending it relaxing and simply enjoying it I am trying to figure out way to get the knots out of my stomach. Like most teachers I am not quite sure why I am having this reaction to going back to school, in fact I never felt this way as a student but for some reason the thought of being back up in front of the class make me want to dig a deep dark hole in the ground and hide in it. To make matters worse, I could be spending this time lesson planning so that my first week will not be miserable and stressful but just thinking of lessons sends me diving back under my covers.
It was rough. I set a personal record for work-anxiety dreams, several of which were followed by my waking up with my heart racing. I remember at one point being amazed that it was still Sunday night because I had been through so many rough Mondays in my dreams.
The actual day went fine, though. But I knew that as soon as I woke up. I don’t know why I still get the night-before anxiety.
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