Time Lines

This week has been a real killer.  Ever since the time changed Saturday night, I feel as if I’ve been chasing that extra hour around like a mad woman.  No matter what I do, it keeps eluding me.  I’m behind on everything from laundry to literature, with no end in sight.

It would happen that Daylight Savings Time would take effect on a particularly busy week, one  in which there was a school concert to work around as well as an extra heavy work schedule.  Business is literally booming at our office these days, and though that is of course a good thing, it means more work all down the line.  I’m also in the process of training two new people for my department, which is never my favorite thing to do.  They are both very lovely and competent women, but I feel horribly inadequate when I have to teach people things.   Ironic, really, this aversion I have to teaching, when as a child it was the only thing I ever wanted to “be” when I grew up.    One of my earliest favorite games of make- believe was playing school, and I clearly remember lining my stuffed animals up on the couch and teaching them lessons in reading and writing.  (My classroom was horribly deficient in math skills, I’m afraid.)

Somehow the reality of teaching does not compare with my idyllic childhood dream of  it.  I admit that I’m impatient with the process, but mostly I’m insecure about myself.  Although I feel perfectly capable of performing my job, and I am quite competent at it, I start to second guess myself whenever I have to teach someone else how to do it.  Why do we do things this way? I’ll think as I start to explain a process.  Why haven’t I figured out a way to do this better?  And what if I’m really not as good at this as I think I am?  After all, who am I to be teaching anyone anything?

Silly, I know.  But it’s stressing me out, as the saying goes.

That, and the dratted missing hour I keep searching for.

One thing I dearly love about Daylight Savings Time is the fact that I can sit in my living room with the blinds open and write by natural daylight at 7:43 p.m.  That is very nice.  It actually gives me hope that the long, long winter is on its way out and that spring will finally come again.

And hope is something I always have time for.


6 thoughts on “Time Lines

  1. I’m with you. Falling back, no problem. Springing forward — big problem. Even though I don’t have a hard-fast timeline to be at work, I run later than usual and feel muddled for about an hour or so after. And way too pooped at night. But yes, it’s lovely to leave work in the light and actually be able to get a little life in before twilight!

  2. Daylight Savings Time as wreaked its havoc on my third grade class. Jabril came up to me on Tuesday, eyes at half mast, and said, “Mrs. S, I officially hate Daylight Savings Time.” Yet, isn’t it lovely to have the light at the end of the day? The long days are the best part of this season.

  3. Oh, I hate daylight savings time! Since I work by sunlight rather than the clock, everything gets shoved later into the evening. Now, I don’t get to quit until 6:30 or so, and then by the time supper gets on the table, it can be 8. I have to devise a better system this year!

    One of the little ironies of life is that, if I knew what I knew now, or if I’d been “then” who I am now, I would have gone into teaching. One thing led to another and I discovered I was very good at it – I did some “classroom” teaching, but also had a wonderful couple of years teaching sailing.

    As usual, I learned more than my students, always. Teaching sailing was particularly satisfying, because there’s no question whether your students have learned, or not. If they get the boat out of the slip, sail around without hitting anyone or getting lost and manage to dock, you’re a success!

    I do love teaching – just don’t ask me to teach something I don’t care about or don’t understand 😉

    • The best teachers are always passionate about their subject, as you obviously are about sailing. And yes, there’s no faking the sailor’s test is there – it’s sink or swim!

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