50 Shades of Staggered

Since you’ve been gone, I’ve had the kind of day that leaves you struggling to stay awake through your dinner.

Wow, it’s been busy. An ‘eat you lunch at 3pm in between checking emails’ kind of busy. This is not something that I would want to continue, but these are exceptional times.  So far this week, each day has been busier than the next, and the scary thing is, the students haven’t even started yet! Perhaps though, once it all settles into normality, (ha – whatever that is) the puzzle pieces that make up what I’m supposed to do, and more importantly, how I’m supposed to do it, will start to fall into place.

Tomorrow a staggered induction begins, with each year group coming in at separate times over Thursday and Friday so that they have a chance to get to know the building and be ready for the start of term on Monday.  Note my use of the word ‘staggered’, as I think it will also apply well to myself and my colleagues when it comes to going home at the end of each of those days!

I am still very optimistic. People are so nice and it does feel good to be in an atmosphere of positivity and growth. It makes me realise even more how bad things had got in my previous job. It’s literally like comparing darkness with light. So although everyone is manically busy, there is no accompanying feeling of despair that no matter what you do, it’s all going to end in tears.

One weird thing happened today. As I walked the school corridors to a meeting for which I was running late, I saw someone coming towards me. As I glanced at them, for a full five seconds I thought it was you. Then I realised, with a deepening sense of disappointment, that it was someone else. Of course it wasn’t you. That would have been all kinds of impossible. (Easy to rationalise after the event).  But I suppose it illustrates how much you are on my mind. Even though I am so busy that, in the words of my father, I am like the proverbial fart in a colander, and the available space in my brain has been maxed out like an overused credit card – there is still room and time for you.

Anyway. Although its stupidly early, as soon as I muster the energy into my limbs, I shall be going up to bed. I need to give myself a fighting chance of not only getting through the next couple of days, but actually triumphing over them.

Stay gold.

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