Spring Break.
By this point in the semester, a week-long break seems overdue. Spring break has always been my favorite of the seasonal breaks we get in school because it’s usually the first time it’s actually warm outside, and the weather is finally pretty enough to do something fun. I’ve always loved spring break. Since high school, I’ve always tried to make Spring Break into a trip of sorts with my closest friends. It always seems like the perfect time to get away and leave all of the work I should be doing at home. The beach, 9 times out of 10, is always a good location for Spring Break because it’s always a little bit warmer there than at home, and the ocean and sun are such calming things.
This year’s beach trip was different.
This year was the first time I went on a Spring Break Beach Trip as a teacher. Now, I’ve never been the crazy let’s do shots off each other’s bodies while half naked on a family beach kind of person, but I have to say, everything is different when you’re a teacher. Even when you were never super crazy to begin with.
It’s not the way I’m behaving that has changed so much. I’m still floating in the ocean and napping on the sand, minding my own business. Until the fifteen year olds lined up in front of me start smoking and drinking and disrupting my calm. I tune into my annoyance with them and become keenly aware of the kids to my left who are blasting Gangnam Style on repeat and the kids further down the beach who actually are taking shots off each other’s half naked bodies and documenting on camera.
I began suppressing my teacher-born impulses to “shh” and ask them to settle down. My immediate thought, and what I immediately said to one of my friends sitting with me, was where are these children’s parents? I really hope their mothers see these photos on Instagram. And that’s when I realized. Something has really changed.
Before I started student teaching, I knew a lot of things would change about who I am as a professional, but what I wasn’t ready for, and what I wish I’d been told, was of how much I was going to change personally. Completely disconnected (less so now, though,) from who I am as a professional, my personal life is not longer that of a College Kid. I simply wanted to enjoy the ocean without disruption from a bunch of kids, whom I never would have differentiated from myself a couple of years ago. I knew I would grow in my knowledge and skill, but I never knew how much older I would feel by the end of this year. I don’t feel my age anymore; I feel the exact age I deceivingly tell my students I am all the time: 38. And no, I don’t actually think they believe me. I’ve deemed myself an honorary 38 year old.
This year has done a lot of things for me. I have learned so much, and I have figured out who I want to be as a professional in the world of education. I’ve also found out, so it seems, what role I have outside of that professional world too because, as I’m realizing, work never really leaves you when you’re a teacher. Things follow you to the beach, they follow you home, they follow you everywhere. Teaching isn’t only a job; it’s a lifestyle. And as boring as it may make me sound, and even though it may mean I fall asleep at 9:30 pm on Spring Break with my girlfriends after eating salad for dinner, it’s still worth it.