Back to school.

It’s almost my favourite time of year, back to work.

I remember always being that child who hated the holidays and never looking forward to the time away from school. It was the only place of some sort of normality I had. This has never changed even as I’ve gotten older I’d definitely rather be at work than at home.

When I was in school the teachers didn’t really notice children who were quiet and withdrawn as I guess if you were quiet you were not causing any trouble. Plus who would think that the child who’s parents always came to parents evenings and who’s mother went on all the school trips and helped in the classroom would have any problems at home.

It was always interesting how the other children adored my mum who have them lots of attention and hugs, yet I never recall having a hug from her as a child (those who know me now know why I hate hugs). Even if I was unwell it was like an inconvenience. I soon learnt to look after myself and again those who know me know I will be in work no matter what.

Anyway it’s almost back to work after a very strange six months. Don’t be fooled I did work during lockdown not full time for the first part but from June I was in work full time and super happy to be there. Then came the six weeks as much as I needed the rest it also meant no peace apart from the one week I spent away alone. Six weeks always sounds like fun but for so many it is a feeling of dread. This time round I am looking forward to getting back to work but at the same time it will be so different, no popping in to other classes to say hello. No lunchtimes hidden away in the classroom. Although getting to clean the classroom constantly is my idea if heaven. I do have worries about going back but I also know that most of my worries are connected to just going to and from work: no buses though as secondary school children are prioritising those so waking it is.

I do have uni to look forward to as well something to get my teeth into. Even though it’s mostly psychology based next year and that worries me about triggering things I don’t want to remember. It will be good and if it’s anything like last academic year I will love it.

So all in all I can’t wait to get back and see everyone.