Those dusty corridors that occupied my mind
For months I tried to shake those lockers
Metal bending, warping with the memories
That once were sharp and rigid too
Holding all the information needed for
A smooth return to something so familiar
It’s like a dream that will recur
Several times a week, but then
There’s always ogres in the doorways
Ready for a gory pounce, to end that calm
That once immersed my body like the lake
That ripples as the water closes up
Over heads that thought they knew too much.
I’m going back to my first school placement tomorrow and I should be really excited because it’s familiar. But the familiar is actually scaring me a little bit. I thought that I was being ridiculous, but after speaking to the other trainees today, it seems that I’m not alone.
I though that going back to something that was known would be a breeze but I realise now that so many things are actually quite different, and that includes me. I’ve had to learn so much since Christmas so I bet I have learnt loads and really managed to put a lot of it into practice.
I think that I’m a bit worried that they will think I haven’t come on enough, but I must be doing OK because I got a job. I need to keep telling myself that these negative thoughts are possibly a load of rubbish.
We all need to be a bit nicer to ourselves and actually enjoy going back to see all the nice people who helped me during my first term. Wish me luck!