tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212427006929548938.post4881007248348597008..comments2023-03-23T08:41:58.864+00:00Comments on It's always a fine view from here: Regime change !Spannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14317277045630419534noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212427006929548938.post-11288043585420555622012-02-07T06:47:00.628+00:002012-02-07T06:47:00.628+00:00When I was teaching, colleagues used to come into ...When I was teaching, colleagues used to come into my class and take one look at my desk. They would frown, shake their heads, sigh, or blatantly tell me I was a bad teacher setting a poor example to my children. My papers, stacked high or toppled and sprawling, seemed to be, in their eyes, directly linked to my capabilities. So frustrated was I, that I would remark that my desk only showed that I was more interested in teaching the children than making my desk pretty. <br /><br />They were, of course, right in some ways: not that I was a bad teacher, but that I was struggling under the weight of the job and the unnecessary paperwork. But my desk was not indicative of my teaching, but certainly of my philosophy at that time. <br /><br />Now I think I have a little OCD about it all. Not that I have to organise much in life, but I will religiously write out all to be done and tick it with a smile. Things have a place, a home. The throw on the chair is smartened, the cushions straightened. It's nice, it's organised, it's all in place. And yet just sometimes I would like to return to the days when my success was not about a tick on the paper, but rather a smile on a face. <br /><br />Or, better still, I would one day manage both.Nic https://www.blogger.com/profile/16155143861854659940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212427006929548938.post-30236122732648774982012-02-05T22:53:05.474+00:002012-02-05T22:53:05.474+00:00I get over it. Sort of.
But years later I will st...I get over it. Sort of.<br /><br />But years later I will still obsess over minor details that caused my plans not to work out. "If only I'd _______."<br /><br />I obsess. Often.Amihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08353667980806676067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212427006929548938.post-52450252190618628012012-02-05T22:32:16.935+00:002012-02-05T22:32:16.935+00:00What happens when things don't go to plan thou...What happens when things don't go to plan though?Spannerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14317277045630419534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212427006929548938.post-22341189299882980862012-02-05T22:25:14.425+00:002012-02-05T22:25:14.425+00:00I know that it makes a HUGE difference to me to ov...I know that it makes a HUGE difference to me to overplan and be over prepared. It cuts my anxiety... a defense mechanism, really.<br /><br />Many friends and acquaintances admire my 'organization' but it's not a thing to admire, it's a hanging-by-my-fingernails attempt at keeping sane.<br /><br />So I have my clothing laid out the night before. I have piles of index cards next to the bed, at my spot at the kitchen table, in my backpack and in the console of our car. So when I need to make lists, I can. I write stuff down way ahead of time.<br /><br />I do not have a Disney night light.Amihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08353667980806676067noreply@blogger.com