Four days of this final school term remain…
You find these end of year processes difficult.
Stay with the moments, and this feeling of vague unease. It too will pass.
Students begin to ask: will you be teaching us next year? You watch their expressions. Prevaricate. Who knows?
Posters are torn from walls. Chairs are in disarray. Scribbled notes appear on boards. Work here is almost, not quite, done. Inconsistencies prevail. Things are undoing, but still incomplete.
Staff wonder aloud about next year’s classes. This too is of the moment. Filling time & space. Waitspace.
Pressures of relief escalate with planning days/ time off in lieu. How apt this is: TOIL.
Staff who have won positions elsewhere show renewed verve. They are smiling. Others are wondering their own what ifs? Should I also…
Some who are leaving are touchstones, culture bearers. You are happy for their successes, realised ambitions and dreams fulfilled. While driving home you sense the momentary sadness of imminent loss. Stay there and notice. It will pass.
What you had is all there was.
Soup of emotions. Murky. Others along with your own. See where they meet in groundswelling currents. Longing. Desire. Fear & concerns. Pressures swell. Then abate.
Walking the edge never stops being dangerous. At any moment, when we’re tired, overwhelmed, fed-up, sick, we can forget where we are and get ourselves in trouble. We can lapse into despair or anger (Wheatley, 2010, p. 131).
Office spaces shifting mean complaints are amplified.
Refrain from comment.
There is nothing more pressing than this realisation: in one week, two, concerns will dissipate.
Breathe. Ill feeling will heal. People move on. You are moving through.
Here you are, then: Bearing witness.
Knowing our ground, and knowing it well, consciously attending to it and taking good care – this is the only way to withstand turbulence (Wheatley, 2010, p. 135).
Wheatley, M. (2010). Perseverance.
San Francisco: Berrett-Koehler.