I need the holidays to restore my patience levels.
You know when you are all touched out from your kids? Just before summer, it feels like that. With 150 kids a day.
Normally I’m very patient with the ‘Miss, he hit me!”, “Miss, I don’t have a pen!”, “Miss, I don’t get it!”, “Miss, I need the loo again!”, “Miss, I’m too hot!”, “Miss, I can’t be bothered!” and (my favourite), “Miss, what’s the point in school?”.
I look after them, teach them, listen to their stories, pretend I don’t know the story ‘they just made up’ is the plot of The Avengers, hug them when they are sad, sort out their dramas with kindness, give them equipment, wipe bird poo off them (really), feed them, reassure them, to be blunt, bloody love them.
But I need a break, and I’ll be a much better teacher for it.
And, no, I don’t think I’m more tired than you. Just tired.