Last year our current headmaster decided she would step down at the end of the current school year. Over the months that followed a search committee was organized to engage in the selection of our next headmaster. Today the man who will lead the school that I attended from 1997-2001 and taught at from 2007 to the present day walked on to the Arts Center stage and addressed the community for the first time.
If you made a wordle of his speech, “community” and “belonging” would be big words. For a first impression, that’s a good sign, and I’m hopeful for what he might bring to this special place.
i could use a drink.
We’re finally in our first full week of classes. The hubbub of pre-season and opening days is over and as you look around campus, everyone’s settling into routine.
Amazon just gave me prime free for 30 days and downton abbey season 4 is on it. Could life get any better?!
The end of the first week has arrived. I’ve gone through the endless stream of questions repeated over and over again in each interaction I have: how does it feel to be back? What was your favorite part of your time away? Et cetera. Et cetera.
It does feel different this time around. I can’t quite put it into words yet. It may partly be that I’m back at school in a different job or that my perspective’s shifted or a little. Or both. Or more.
I’d forgotten how exhausting these opening days are and I’d forgotten how academics love to talk and analyze and opine for hours on end. If there’s time to fill, it usually happens in the form of a meeting!
I despise meetings unless they’re quick and effective.
I’d forgotten what it feels like to be so tied to a schedule that you spend a good percentage of any task thinking about what needs to be done next and where this body needs to go to do it.
I’d forgotten what it feels like to push something off, because of a time crunch somewhere else, and then try to throw it together moments before.
I’d forgotten what it feels like to always be tempted to open work email and respond to people when I’m not working.
I’m starting to remember why it felt like this place broke me in the first place. And I’m hoping that the strategies I’ve got in place will help me so that won’t happen this time around.