An Atypical Post
One of the few photos I have of me in teaching mode (I’m on the extreme right)
I don’t tend to use the Misssives as a diary, nor do I use them as a therapist’s couch. I promise funny stories.
Except that this week I haven’t got any…I’m just sad. So forgive me for this momentary change to the previously advertised programme.
You see, on Monday I went in to the college where I used to work for a little visit.
“How are you liking your new job?” I was asked a million times.
“Meh” I answered, not able to summon up much more than that.
“Good money, though, I thought?” several would say.
“S’pose” I mumbled.
Truth is I miss being what I was, a teacher. It’s a horrible pain in the arse sometimes and there’s a lot of non-teaching bollocks associated with it, but God I miss my team, I miss my students, I miss the laughter. I used to love my job. I was enticed away from it by a proverbial “offer I couldn’t refuse” and a return to industry.
I’m always like this after I move jobs, I go through an intense and usually year long mourning process. But, I’m six months into this one and it’s not waining any.
As I left the college building I heard a banging on a window. I looked up and there was one of my former students waving at me like a maniac.
Call me a snivelling cornball, but I have tears in my eyes just writing that.
I need to get over this. Never look back.
