There are good and bad parts of being a teacher. One of the bad parts is the Sunday malaise. Most Sundays, around noon or thereabouts, I start to get this awful, sinking feeling about the coming week. It was really bad when I was single, and it always sucks more when you hate your school/administrators/whatever. However, even when you like those parts, it seems to hit. When I had a boring textbook publishing job and I sat at a desk all day and could go out on weeknights, I didn't seem to get it as much. It is also always much, much worse when you have papers or tests to grade.
It's also worse after a long vacation. You are sort of excited to go back: maybe you missed your students, maybe you look forward to the routine again, maybe you look forward to wearing something other than pajamas. All the same, you also dread the routine: the waking up early, the making-of-lunches, the squirrelly kids who are out of practice with the desk-sitting, seeing the other faculty who are sort of lame, the getting home and rushing and early bedtimes.
The Sunday malaise looms, and it is only Saturday.
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I remember this malaise acutely and I'm trying to put it aside as I think about going back to teaching this year! I'm easing into it with substitute teaching, though, so that should help!
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