End of Semester

So, I went through 1semester of teaching life.
It felt longer than a semester, not that it was unpleasant.

But because a semester in school is filled full of activities and the learning curve for a new teacher is rather steep.
Road run, sports day, camps, excursions, PTM, meetings, remedial, the list is not exhaustive. And being a new teacher, I guess I don’t really have a choice as to whether to attend the events. Then of course, there is the normal day to day teaching which everyday is different and brings with it new challenges.

I find myself physically and emotionally drained on most of the days, yet I am not ready to give up yet. Teaching is satisfying in its unique way. It also doesn’t feel repetitive or mundane. While the content may be the same, the dynamics of each class is different. And I do really love the kids even though they can be quite a handful in class.

Teaching is definitely not for the faint hearted. The monetary return is not proportionate to the workload too. Still, I do not question my choice of coming into teaching. I am glad too that it is not my first job, because I see fresh grads struggle with the workload and their decisions. Nonetheless, I do wish I can have a little bit more time to rest, to think and to prepare.

Still. I am very thankful to God, for His timing and plans are perfect. The past 5months is anything but smooth-sailing but I have learnt and grow and have witnessed His faithfulness and grace.

I don’t know if I am strong enough to last for a long time. But I am bracing myself for the next 3.5years. God help me :)

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