I used to have a life. This summer, I had no pressing time constraints, I worked out on a regular basis, I even cleaned the house with modest frequency.
Then I went back to work.
What is the role of work in our lives? Do we work to live or live to work? Should we have jobs or careers? Really, the answer can only be found inside ourselves.
Some people are entirely content with clocking in at 9 and out again at 5. I envy people who are able to leave their work at work, who don't carry their jobs home with them.
Others, like me, swallow their careers whole and live their jobs. I go to the grocery store and hear, "Hey, Mrs. Connor!" I am never not a teacher.
This does come at a cost. Losing the ability to be anonymous can be cumbersome. But, do I mind? To be honest, no. If I wanted a private, private life, I tell my students, then I wouldn't have become an English teacher. Stories from my personal life flavor my lesson plans, students know my religion, my family. And, in turn, my students share much of their lives with me.
And I believe that when mutual respect and mutual affection occurs in the classroom, meaningful opportunities to learn also occur. With the second marking period rapidly approaching, and the curtain about to rise on the fall play, I know that we're making progress in B206 and in the auditorium.
So, it might just be worth it, right? This hectic schedule, this pause button pressed on my fitness routine, this nearly endless fatigue, this marriage of career and personal life.