This has nothing to do with my journey as a teaching artist! I sit, a solitary woman in Testosterone Towers, facing the start of the school Easter holidays. We have the following:-
- A final year undergraduate writing a computer science dissertation
- A would-be architect taking Highers and Advanced Highers, with portfolios, paper and paint everywhere
- a National exams guinea-pig, in a state of total panic
Each is totally focused on his own worries/challenges, and the sympathy gene is the only thing in my house that has been ironed and put away. As Mum, all I can do is make soothing noises, which themselves meet with disapproval. Moreover, have you tried making soothing noises to a snarling tiger? Or a hamster refusing to leave its nest, come to that? (I won’t divulge which …) And then, we have Mr Black-and-White. Oh, dear me!
Why, you might ask, am I putting further pressure on myself by taking a course at the same time?! (It’s okay, you can ask me. It won’t be the first time I’ve been asked!) It was an opportunity I could not resist, and I could not let it go by. If a chance comes my way, I grab it with both hands – it’s just my approach to life. Still, sitting wringing my hands won’t get my own assignments done, so having got that off my chest (not to mention too many metaphors, sadly mixed), I must get on with some reading.