Crash...
The euphoria of being nearly done (and completely done with some classes) wore off earlier today. Of course, our school's stellar ("stellar" is my nice way of saying "crap") Human Resources department informed the returning expat staff this morning (THIS MORNING!) that we were going to have to leave school for a few hours and go to Immigration today (TODAY!!!). Our last day of actual classes. They told us TODAY. I would go on, but thinking about it makes me angrier, and this keyboard has done me no harm.
Anyway, it wasn't too terrible, because we did manage to convince the school driver to drive us to a restaurant for lunch before coming back to school, and we did go to a fantastic Indonesian restaurant so it was OK. Mmm...mie ayam. (Noodles and chicken. Goooood stuff.)
Shortly after our arrival back at school, severe exhaustion hit like a speeding freight train. I don't think I have ever been this tired in my life...and I've suffered wicked jet lag flying from here to there and vice versa. I literally have to force my fingers to type. They feel so heavy. My brain hurts.
I experienced something similar (but way less severe) after Trav's and my wedding. I worked so hard and planned every single detail of our huge wedding, then spent that day and the day before it having more fun that I think I ever have. Then, after I'd fallen asleep that night, I woke up early the next morning feeling absolutely horrible. It went away after a few hours, though. But I think I'd run on so much adrenaline that once everything was over, I just crashed.
The past year has been the hardest year of my life. It has been frustrating, terrifying, confusing, amazing, thrilling and all sorts of other adjectives all rolled into one. It has been good, above all. But now that the school year is over, save some meetings and whatnot, CRASH. Running on adrenaline for a year will do that to you. The thing I'm betting, though, is that this happens to every new teacher, whether you move across the world or just across town to teach. I have SO MUCH RESPECT for everyone I know who teaches...and let me tell you, right now a great deal of that respect comes from the fact that they survived their first years of teaching, whether it was a year ago or 30. Wow. Teachers should be paid SO much money. This is absolutely the hardest job in the world. I will say, though, that it can be as rewarding as it is difficult. I can see why people do this for many, many years. I...well, I just might. I don't know. There. I said it. It's out. I just may, as Kristin put it, have been converted. Eek.
Anyway, it wasn't too terrible, because we did manage to convince the school driver to drive us to a restaurant for lunch before coming back to school, and we did go to a fantastic Indonesian restaurant so it was OK. Mmm...mie ayam. (Noodles and chicken. Goooood stuff.)
Shortly after our arrival back at school, severe exhaustion hit like a speeding freight train. I don't think I have ever been this tired in my life...and I've suffered wicked jet lag flying from here to there and vice versa. I literally have to force my fingers to type. They feel so heavy. My brain hurts.
I experienced something similar (but way less severe) after Trav's and my wedding. I worked so hard and planned every single detail of our huge wedding, then spent that day and the day before it having more fun that I think I ever have. Then, after I'd fallen asleep that night, I woke up early the next morning feeling absolutely horrible. It went away after a few hours, though. But I think I'd run on so much adrenaline that once everything was over, I just crashed.
The past year has been the hardest year of my life. It has been frustrating, terrifying, confusing, amazing, thrilling and all sorts of other adjectives all rolled into one. It has been good, above all. But now that the school year is over, save some meetings and whatnot, CRASH. Running on adrenaline for a year will do that to you. The thing I'm betting, though, is that this happens to every new teacher, whether you move across the world or just across town to teach. I have SO MUCH RESPECT for everyone I know who teaches...and let me tell you, right now a great deal of that respect comes from the fact that they survived their first years of teaching, whether it was a year ago or 30. Wow. Teachers should be paid SO much money. This is absolutely the hardest job in the world. I will say, though, that it can be as rewarding as it is difficult. I can see why people do this for many, many years. I...well, I just might. I don't know. There. I said it. It's out. I just may, as Kristin put it, have been converted. Eek.
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