This expat life is sometimes brutal ... I am not new to it, it is many many years nows yet ...
There is so much I miss about being a teacher in my beautiful South Africa. One might say that I only feel on a point of privilege because if I am certain of anything it is that my teaching years in South Africa were an absolute privilege. I was truly blessed with good schools and great colleagues.
I miss the unity of a staff working towards a shared vision. We had many common goals and ideas and we collaborated and bounced ideas so easily.
I actually miss the morning meetings ... little laughs, smiles, greetings and chit chat! I miss going down to the staff room at break time to our mugs laid out ready for some tea or coffee.
I miss those little things like secret gift buddies, being able to speak without judgement and fear of being targeted after.
I miss that we could sometimes change things when needed and it wasn't questioned. I miss always knowing exactly what was going to happen, I miss long term planning.
I miss staff things we did like birthday teas, and outings in the name of team building. I miss that we could order food for delivery and enjoy it together. We almost always knew exactly what the next person was going to have.
I miss all those school events: concerts, fun days, dress up days, celebrations and sport events. There was a spirit in them like no other.
I miss the thank you for the little things and heartfelt meaning behind them. I miss so much of a system that many in do not even appreciate.
I miss the support staff, my favourites who did little things to make life easier. Running to do you a favour, doing something to help you out when you needed. Helping you clean or put up things you asked for together. I miss the admin staff and laughs and welcoming jokes.
I miss senior management meetings where you had a voice, where you didn't need an appointment and where you could raise your issues and brain storm to address them. Where an open door was literal one!
I miss that when you away or sick, someone checked up on you and someone actually cared about you! Every absense wasn't a question or a doubt.
I miss the constant communication and the consultation, not just decions thrown your way without any consideration. I miss the time take to plan out a year as best as possible to accommodate as many if and but scenarios.
I miss the stability and consistency in so many things and the way so many things are run. The efficiency and planning. I miss having a say in what I would like to teach and not just being what someone else feels.
I miss parents and students who built relationships and didn't always look for finding faults and complaining. I miss that parents complimented and acknowledged the good stuff!
To all my previous colleagues on the other side of the world ... thank you for your love, for your support, for the memories, for the journey of being an EDUCATOR and not being treated like otherwise.
This entire system has been an adjustment that is so hard on some days. The constant micromanagement and lack of trust in you being a professional.
It is a journey I chose, and please don't get me wrong, there is lots to love and enjoy here too ...
I have some beautiful and amazing colleagues here who have honestly become like family, each one is special and adds their own value. They are my now teaching family.
Today I just miss a huge part of my PAST TEACHING FAMILY ❤