I know, I know your thinking to yourself, I want to be a teacher because they have the easy job. They get weekends off, holidays off and even extended periods of time off, like Holiday Break, Spring Break, and the real doosey, summer vacation. I'm not denying anything, we do really get all that time off, and as far as I can tell, it happens for a reason. It's not there because it's simply on the calender, saying, teachers are all mighty, they get these times off. Instead, I'm saying, teachers are great, they put up with a lot of stuff day in and day out that you wouldn't even imagine, before the school day actually starts and after the school day "ends," that they DESERVE to get this time off. Yup, that's what I'm saying, you heard me right, we deserve this time off. The school week is way too stressful in my book to say that we don't get this time off, and when this time does happen to be off, boy is it blissful.... until we realize what we need to do with this time is catch up with everything that we have left fall to the wayside. All the mounds of laundry, cleaning, dishes and taking care of our personal lives troubles that we decided to not deal with when we were dealing with all the youngsters in our cares troubles. Oh and might I also add into the bunch, this is the time that us people in the singular nature, such as myself need to really put themselves out there. To try and catch the so called "big fish," "the one," "the other half" or "better half." Well, whatever it may be called, as only semantics can make this change, that's the best time to let it happen. For any other time that we have to spare ourselves of our lovely children, all (insert large number her) that we have in our care for 40 hours a week, is consumed all these large numbers of children. If were not teaching them, were planning on how we are going to best teach them, if were not planning, were creating, if were not creating, were... heck, I think you get the picture. This is unfortunately only the tip of the iceberg. The large iceberg in the life of a teacher. You know, like that large iceberg that sunk the Titanic. Just like that one. Exactly like that iceberg, where if your not navigating carefully around your surroundings, it will take your life, like it took many lives of the precious people on the Titanic. Bless all their hearts.
Back on topic.... sorry for the side track, for my mind is racing and starting to adapt to how the children act. In strange and mysterious, sometimes without any recollection or thought at all. But, back to the dating scene. It sucks. Especially when you moved to a desolate city just for that glamorous teaching job of your dreams. Or the only god forsaken job that would hire you after the thousands of hours you put into applying, learning and slaving away at making the perfect marketable essay and resume. Can't you at least give a girl some slack. Make it a town with some nice, single, good looking men that won't take advantage of a lady. One that will appreciate the life of a teacher, not one that just creeps them out. Because, in this tiny town, I am learning it is definitely the latter of the two respective comments. Heavy on the creeps, with a maybe light dabble of the nice, single, good looking men with respectable values. I'm beginning to believe they really don't exist in northern Minnesota. If that is the case, I'm at least lucky that teaching is definitely a mobile career. One that can travel to many places. They need teachers everywhere. Definite food for thought. Go to where the men are next time, not where the career is. Never mind, bad thought. Go somewhere where they both are. But, then the real question becomes, does that even exist. Wow, I'm rambling now. Sorry to those that have really actually decided to read this. I apologize and applaud you all at the very same time.
In the end, the holiday break is well deserved. It happened, I am glad it did... weeks ago. To again look forward to the next time off. To learn from the children and enjoy each day and not wish away time, for the time that we have is much too short to be wishing away in such a manner. Remember, everything happens for a reason. There is a rhyme to it. Use each day to do one thing that scares you and expand your brain to learn a new thing each day.
