There is a fizz as I flip the switch, and the luminescence of the fluorescent bulbs hurts my struggling eyes, and sleep sodden brain.
“It’s too early for this,” I think, longing for the comfort of my bed.
I drape myself into a nearby chair and wonder how this has all come about so soon. I offer up a desperate prayer, pleading for another few days – just to get myself sorted.
But the part-nervous-part-excitement lump in my stomach tells me, it’s time.
The intermittent chatter filters through the air, and the crack and bang of lockers signal they’re all here.
I clear my throat and a thousand eyes look my way.
I am in the zone.
I am a teacher…and the holidays are over.
By Sarah ©️2020