'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the skies
Flew a plane and a girl
Who heaved a great sigh
Home she was headed
With visions of kitty-cats
All in her head
After a hectic semester, I'm finally on my way home for Christmas break! I'll be recuperating for two weeks with my mom, my sister, and our four cats before returning for the second semester. I'm so excited to have these few weeks of a break because I need them. Adjusting to my new job has been stressful, to say the least, and I was starting to suffer from stress-related health issues. In the last three weeks, I've had a bad cold, a partially dislocated shoulder, and an aura-accompanied migraine. This migraine was particularly frightening, as, although I've had migraines all my life, I've never suffered from an aura before. It was the worst headache I've ever experienced.
The semester hasn't only been stressful; it's been drama-ridden, too. Some of the drama comes with teaching at a school where the students are all from very wealthy and well-to-do families, and some comes from the age of the school. I was prepared for none of it. I also wasn't the only one. It's only the end of the first semester, and already we've lost several teachers and even some of our administrative staff. Given how rough this semester has been on all of us, I'm not all that surprised, but it does make me worry about next semester. When teaching at a new school, anything can rock the boat and cause the school to fail. Our principal has told us not to worry, but I can't shake this bad feeling. I'm praying that I'm wrong.