What a day. Wow, dear reader. 19 teachers were gone today during the Covid at our school. A school who approximately have 350 students. I arrived at 7 am to my work and all this silence before the students arrived. Surely, my class isn’t big but that doesn’t mean it hasn’t those students who can take some energy (sometimes even all energy) out of you when you already have your colleague. But today and some days from now on I’ll be alone.

Please do understand dear reader, that it’s not just “teaching” the children. It’s also caring, making calmness, be always low affective, making them all pay attention, focus and concentration on right things, adapt your lessons for some students who needs adaption, make sure everyone of them are in a line when we’re going to lunch so they all go first outside on the very interesting schoolyard then to the entrance of another section of the school, though a long corridor without running as if it was a race on a dragstrip, forming two lines where they can pick different food, making them all take some and taste some, make sure that they ate enough and drank too so they all can have energy for the last lessons, do same thing again with a queue and back via schoolyard and up to our classroom on second floor, making them all follow in line (without any shenanigans), start the lesson where I prepared it all at 7 am, start the lesson where all those students who needed to go to toilet did before the lesson starts, make sure that they all pay attention, no shouting or such, having discussions, checking that they all understood, also modelling to them each and every exercise, adapting.

The list goes on and on and on. On top of that - I’m still recovering from my last week when I had Covid. So around 15 am I felt some strong pain in the right side of my chest and my throat. The throat was as if someone squeezed it harder and harder, got so tightened. And my right chest just struck me with more pain. Then beamed to my right shoulder and stomach too. I in light panic asked my colleague WTH that was, and she told me “you are having a stress-attack”. I then breathed in squares to easy up this crap, but it didn’t wanted to go away. I managed to finish last preparations for tomorrow’s lessons, took the car and went slowly home. I don’t even know how I could handle that manual gearbox, but I did.

Came home ate fast, and went out for a little walk. Only 2 miles, but it was refreshing. Now I don’t have that pain in my chest (some of it it’s still there but it’s much better), it’s on my shoulder and my right stomach. Now I’m trying to relaxing. This is how a teacher’s day can look like during heavy pressure. And when are almost entire of our staff completely gone.

Take care of you, dear reader. And swim safe!

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