I seem to recall a similar sensation of drowning this time last year. Term 2 brings with it a mozza of marking, and the responsibility of reports. On top of being Mum to 110, teaching 4 classes, and Supercoaching duties of both the First IV debating team and the Mighty Under 14s... I feel somewhat swamped.
My very wise mother once told me that she thinks female teachers take the business of teaching far more personally than our male counterparts. A success of a student is a personal triumph. And the flipside of the coin is that a failure of a student is another cat's tail with which to flail our own backs. And then there is the berrating of parents. And the politics of staffrooms. And the emotional wellbeing of the kids... I know for sure I am taking on way too much, absorbing far too much responsibility for the actions (or lack thereof) of others.
So this is me, attempting not to drown under the weight of my own workload and my own expectations.
