Like diving into an ice cold pool, Thursday was an almighty shock to the system. But we are back, after the lovely long summer, into the mania of school once more.
Back to early mornings and falling alseep in front of a laptop late at night. Back to five and a half day teaching weeks and teeny tiny weekends where you try and cram everything in. Back to pencil sharpening and tables testing and “Ivo, have you tucked your shirt in?”. Back to an endless chorus of your own name.
Back to lost socks and goldfish obsession. Back to that Julia-Roberts-at-a-premiere moment when you walk out onto the playground and everyone wants/needs/has to talk to you. Back to hearing your name seventeen times a minute, usually just before a question (“When’s my music lesson?” “What’s a nonagon?” “Why are there no more cookies?”). Back to assemblies and dining duty and activities and wet playtimes.
A shock to the system? You betcha! Thank heavens there are only five lessons till the weekend!