Floating on a gust of wind that came
From nowhere and from somewhere we expected too
As we held a finger up to trace the way it came.
I tried in vain, to predict that surly wind,
To know what would be coming on
The future weather fronts to change
The course of where we blow tonight.
But sometimes we will need to stop
And let it push and pull as we
Let our bodies sag and sigh;
It can be fun, to let it go,
Control we thought we had to have
All our waking days.
I went back into school today because we were told that the schools will be open this term. We are now waiting for Boris to come on the news and tell us that things might be different as of tomorrow.
We all feel like we have lost control as I couldn’t even tell you what my work will look like in the morning, never mind what it might look like in a week or a month.
But as I sat in my classroom, unsure what to do, I just took a deep breath and decided to just see where we all land. I’m a student and I’m not responsible for what happens so there is no point in worrying. I have no control, so why even worry about hanging on for dear life?
I can still put my all into the work that I’m given and all of the tasks that I am given. But the headteacher is the person who is paid to deal with the big decisions.
And you know what? I actually felt quite happy. All that stress suddenly got turned on its head and that fear about the unknown became excitement about the adventure. There is danger and we are all worried, but I can have some fun and enjoy the variation of teaching online and uploading work.
If I can get through this then my NQT year is going to be a breeze.