So, for all you folks who have been holding their breath about the kids’ passport debacle a few weeks back, you can rest easy: We got them fixed!
Yep, the good people at the passport office were so embarrassed by their security oversight, that they grabbed those messed up passports quick as could be, issued Trevor some sort of rec’t, and within 24 hours, we had the new and correctly labelled documents in our hot little hands!
I guess that means we are going to Argentina!!!! WOW!
Once, when I was a younger (childless) teacher, a colleague who was a parent mused that she felt drained after spending all day in the classroom. She commented about how unfair it seemed that she gave her best to other people’s children all day long, and then went home with little or nothing left for her own kids.
It seemed like a foreign concept to me at the time, but now I get it!
It’s not that I don’t love being a classroom teacher… I do. In fact, that is why I always leave other temporary “leadership” positions (Pre-service Teacher Ed., LNS work, Acting VP) after a few years tops to return to teaching kids: The pull of the classroom is an ever-present magnet in my life. That’s where the “good” work is, in my opinion, and the classroom is the engine that drives the entire profession and every affiliated institution. Overall and in general, it is where I want to be.
But it is exhausting, and I am realising how quickly one’s own children do grow up. (Alex and Simon will be 9 this spring!)
I am so looking forward to the temporary change of pace next year; I know life will still be busy, what with home schooling, volunteering, and running a household full time. But it will be a different sort of rhythm, and one which I hope will involve lots of quality interaction with my own two “students”!
Yep, the good people at the passport office were so embarrassed by their security oversight, that they grabbed those messed up passports quick as could be, issued Trevor some sort of rec’t, and within 24 hours, we had the new and correctly labelled documents in our hot little hands!
I guess that means we are going to Argentina!!!! WOW!
Once, when I was a younger (childless) teacher, a colleague who was a parent mused that she felt drained after spending all day in the classroom. She commented about how unfair it seemed that she gave her best to other people’s children all day long, and then went home with little or nothing left for her own kids.
It seemed like a foreign concept to me at the time, but now I get it!
It’s not that I don’t love being a classroom teacher… I do. In fact, that is why I always leave other temporary “leadership” positions (Pre-service Teacher Ed., LNS work, Acting VP) after a few years tops to return to teaching kids: The pull of the classroom is an ever-present magnet in my life. That’s where the “good” work is, in my opinion, and the classroom is the engine that drives the entire profession and every affiliated institution. Overall and in general, it is where I want to be.
But it is exhausting, and I am realising how quickly one’s own children do grow up. (Alex and Simon will be 9 this spring!)
I am so looking forward to the temporary change of pace next year; I know life will still be busy, what with home schooling, volunteering, and running a household full time. But it will be a different sort of rhythm, and one which I hope will involve lots of quality interaction with my own two “students”!
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