Speaking about cyclicities - I've been re-playing Embrace's 'Gravity' for the past 20 minutes ...
And here's more about revolutions and repetitions:
The life of a JC teacher takes the form of a 2-year cycle. They take a first-year class, prep them, and follow them through to the second year (most do) and prep them further only to release them in October. And they then prepare to take another lot. Students come and go - some will leave a deep impression, a rarer few will bridge the officious gap and become friends - but they come and go. Likewise, teachers to them come ... and go ... some leaving a deeper impression than others. But life moves on, in forward cyclical motions no doubt.
My first cycle is ending (or has it?). I now watch in anxiety as my very first batch of students take the exams. It's an odd sensation - much like watching a child take its first steps I guess. It's an odd concoction of joy and fear. It's also at this time that I can finally take a breather, look back and 'take stock' of what I've done this year - perhaps two years. And it is this time that I get to pack my table, clear the mess on my table and in my rooms.
And it is in the midst of packing my rooms and needing to seperate my bills and documents and other pieces of paper that I re-discovered the birthday cards and teachers' day cards. So I took a moment to read them ... again ...
They've re-kindled my hopes, and re-affirmed the reasons for why I do what I do - day in, day out - in spite of the unpleasant situations around, and the sense of mundane creeping in.
I guess I will miss them ... lots ... But the cycle has ended, and a new one will begin.
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