I’ve been thinking about writing a blog post for The Lounge linky tomorrow, the one about bacon, but forgive me kids, I have nothing to say about life these days, or bacon, for that matter.
I do, on the other hand, have something to say about teaching.
My work has consumed me. More than most terms.
I am spent. Physically and mentally blotto from the last week of teaching.
Actually, the next person who says to me that teachers have it easy because of the school holidays, will be told to go and get farkadoodledooed.
What a term! Nine weeks felt more like nine months.
This was term 2 which meant reports, parent-teacher nights, subject choices for year ten, work experience, endless days away on excursions and the general day to day classroom activity that never lets up.
Ill-informed parents and citizens often scoff at the role of the teacher because of our ‘time off’.
“You have the best holidays!”
But teaching is one of those jobs where everything needs to be done in your own time. So it isn’t really a ‘short day’.
Seriously, until one walks in the shoes of a teacher, one should keep all opinions to oneself.
Our feet hurt.
Do you know a fab teacher?
Toot that horn yo!
Don’t forget to check out all the awesomeness at our link-up this week over at Slapdash Mama.