I find it funny that even when my teaching day goes well, I am so relieved…..glad…ecstatic when it is over. Today was just such a day. I did a good job teaching and I used my free time well both by finishing some paperwork and by enjoying my lunch with some pleasant conversation. Nevertheless, it felt like it ended an hour or two late.
Maybe I’ve got Fred Flintstone syndrome. I distinctly remember the scene in the cartoon when he finishes work with his construction dinosaur and slides off the beast right into his car and is on his way home. That always seemed right to me. That he did it with a large Yaba Daba Do isn’t really bad either.
Today, when the final bell rang, I was ready to blast out of the classroom and head home. I was tired, on the verge of crankiness, and just so happy that it was over. I felt drained, as if the students had been psychic vampires and taken all of my energy with them.
In truth, I could have sat down in one of those classroom chairs and sat unmoving for a number of minutes, but I didn’t. That wouldn’t have been a solution for me. It would have been akin to falling asleep on the subway and failing to get off at my stop and starting the whole loop again.
No, when class was over, I head for teacher’s room to get my coat and get out of there. That’s a Perfect Moment regardless of how tired I felt.