When I climb the hill toward the back door to my office, it feels fresh again. I have time to look forward to what might be accomplished this week, the space to take stock of what I’d like to do , what should be done, and what is necessity. The place seems clean again, and there’s a new beginning to everything. This is how Monday dawns on my world.
Weird, huh? Monday is to days of the week as accordions are to musical instruments. There’s an entire industry devoted to t-shirt and coffee mugs hating the first day of the work week, and here I am on Monday morning feeling a kind of freedom eclipsed only by Friday at 5.
Is this a product of workaholism or optimistic delusion? Are my weekends home more work than a day at the office? Am I a devil’s advocate, eternally contradicting whatever norms there are to counteract, no matter how silly?
Today I thought: I’ve got the whole week ahead of me, maybe I’ll feel prepped for class this time, and maybe I’ll do that most elusive of tasks, reading. I have a stack of books about teaching that I’m dying to discover, a twitter feed innovating by the second, and actual magazine with pages unturned – a few still around from 2015.
Maybe (maybe!) this is the week I learn something interesting, beyond another technical workaround or tool tip. I might find new ideas that could help me be more prepared for teaching, or at least feel better about not being prepared enough. I might learn about what Dewey, or Postman, or another great thinker has to offer me about this noble educational endeavor we’re in. Perhaps this knowledge will help me think of myself as a teacher who knows about teaching, and who can talk about teaching with more erudition. If not, at least I can use the word erudition in a sentence.
I have great aspirations to be a teacher, and having knowledge in the art and science of the field is a gap in my confidence. I have to know more for my own level of surety, especially among peers. I teach, but I only feel 84% a teacher. That’s a new high! And yet, Monday smiles and says this, THIS is the week, I will go further. Of course, it said that last Monday, too. In any case, this brief moment has at least produced a blog post.