After a relatively long period of navel gazing, procrastinating, idle daydreaming and just plain laziness, I have decided to return to my designated profession as a ‘chalkie’. For those who haven’t heard this label before, it means teacher. And worse still, an English teacher.
One could say that I have been afflicted with the absence makes the heart grow fonder syndrome, but really I have just missed the sense of superiority that teaching brings. Up in front of a group of people hanging off your every word, or in reality, probably falling asleep after deciding that the concept of the present perfect just isn’t worth staying awake for. Sadistic examination preparation course where overloading students with 25 hours of homework each day bring a sense of immense satisfaction.
In all honesty, what I have missed most is being able to wield a red pen, and inflict the maximum humiliation on students’ essays. A truly rewarding feeling in exchange for devoting my Sunday afternoons to their pitiful attempts at using the English language. Yes, I have just missed the power of it all.
Back to reality. The real reason is that I have missed the wonderful interaction with students and the rewards that teaching brings. It is a bit like writing too. The pay is lousy, but the satisfaction gained is immense.
Wish me luck!