the teacher’s christmas party

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As the kids all slowly pack their bags

We look at watches, impatiently

Knowing wine is chilling in the staff room fridge

And party games can soon begin.

Those kids that think we live here in

The dark and gloomy halls and rooms,

Waiting for their slow return, like life outside

Does not exist for those who choose to teach.

But soon those students dawdle out

And so the merriment begins, with sherry and

A Christmas roast in gastro pubs unfrequented

By the teenage girls and boys who terrorize us

During all our working days, but now

We can be humans, sing and dance and shout

(In jest, rather than through tears of dark frustration).

And over flicking candlelight we talk of kids

Who ruin days and sleepless nights,

And with the wine they melt away like nasty dreams,

Only finding us again when we wake up, mouth dry,

Headache gripped and belly turning in the early light,

Promising ourselves we’ll never go that far again.

That is until on Monday morning when

The bell is ringing and the kids are streaming in.

4 thoughts on “the teacher’s christmas party

  1. Margot Kinberg

    You really capture what that holiday party is like, Rachel! The kids probably have little idea about how much they drain their teachers. And they expect their teachers to be at their best come Monday.

    1. patientandkindlove

      Yes. I had to smile because we were waiting around school before our booking at the pub and we were feeling bored so we decided to play a game of hide and seek. It just made me laugh as I could only imagine what the kids would say if they could see us hiding under desks and in store cupboards!!

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