Have you ever been in that fantastic wash of a warm sleep, and the dream-strip (my version of a film-strip in the subconscious) has you smiling a stupid grin of contentment? Has it ever been so good that you are sure that this is what heaven is made of...all the feelings that are coursing through your veins and finding lush comfort on your minds sofa?
Has it ever been so good that when it is brought to such an abrupt end by a dog's frantic bark that you are sure your heart will seek shelter somewhere around your belly button while the rest of you is left to find oxygen elsewhere?
Having come from a high school, I was used to being the delegator-style-teacher. Giving children instructions to complete a task and then leaving them to carry on with it was my 'thing'...and it worked well. That is, it worked well until I decided to teach at a Prep School. These children demand a much larger pound of flesh than any high school student could dream of taking. Every ounce of energy is poured into every minute of every day and there is never any letting up. I did, as did many other people I have spoken to, think that teaching in a prep school environment would be less stressful...HA HAA he he HAAAA HAAAAAAAAA he he HahahahahahahahahHHHHHAAAA! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!! Oooooooh!...sorry bit carried away there!
But I will admit something that is true: There is and old saying that states that the relationship between effort and reward is directly proportional. Too true!
The smiles that you get from a child that has done something right for the first time, or has succeeded beyond his or her expectations are priceless.
This is a fantastic job!
