Class Act

Waking up from your broken sleep as the baby spent all night fretting, you realized that the alarm went off but you didn’t hear its unwelcoming sound. A quick glanced at the phone made your heart skipped, as you could see you were already an hour late from getting ready to leave for work. Walking past the baby’s cot, you cringed when you sensed some movements, so you prayed hard that she’d continue to sleep and tiptoed quickly to the bathroom.

In less than 15 minutes, you showered, got dressed and slapped on some make-up to hide the dark circles under your eyes. Thank goodness you had plenty of practice in speedy ready (getting ready quickly); a useful skill when time is your enemy. Not wanting to prematurely wake up the household, you dashed about in the dark planting kisses on your lovelies who were fast asleep-except the baby. Quietly as a mouse, you turned the doorknob, closed the door, then dashed down the staircase. Hurray! 

After madly grabbing whatever you needed (as there was no time to organize things the night before), you jumped into the car and headed out. Once you pulled into the highway, you began to breathe easily. It seemed you were only a couple of minutes behind your usual timing. The road was clear and the radio was playing your favourite song. Ah, what a great feeling. Everything would be just fine from that moment on, so you thought.

Suddenly, the cars ahead slowed down almost to a complete stop. A traffic jam. A disturbing fate. A definite reason for being late. First, you fidgeted while thinking perhaps it wouldn’t last long. Maybe a car broke down in the middle lane. Then, you became anxious as you only inched a tiny bit at a time. Should you call the school? It was still early and no one would be at the office. Should you message a colleague? Would it be better to call instead? 

You ended up frantically trying to get hold of people while manoeuvring carefully bumper to bumper. A whole lot of organizing to do. Someone had to unlock the door to be there for the kids and keep them occupied until you arrived.

Fast forward, post traffic jam and you finally secured a parking space after driving around looking for one. Phew. But you felt tired and unmotivated to do anything. All you wanted was to go home…

As you reached your classroom, you stopped at the window while observing the scene inside. The reason for being there was waiting for your arrival. Pulling yourself together, you knew you had to put in an extra effort for the day to run smoothly or ended up feeling beaten. Deep breath. Smile, think positive and let the show begin. Welcome to a teacher’s world- the one with the best class act of all time.

*Photo credit: The Teacher Next Door’s Facebook page


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