Creatures of routine. That’s what we basically are. We find comfort and a sense of control in putting order in the things that we follow everyday, so much so in fact that getting severed from the routine that we’re used to disrupts our whole system.

It’s been almost a month since we left almost every routine we’ve followed for 3 years (actually 7 if I was to count my whole teaching stint). No more getting dressed for classes, preparing activities and acting out ideas in your head. No more classroom dramas, sermons, checking of attendance and all sorts of papers. No more hyper acidity attacks and no more late night sleeps (except when we have lots of articles to finish, but that’s another story).

However, despite the newfound freedom that we have, I still find myself restless, frustrated, and sometimes even empty. I still catch myself looking at my old teaching schedule, my class pictures, and pictures of my students in Facebook sometimes. If not for andrea, mateo, anika, and aria, I would probably be sulking and depressed by now.

Our December plan is so many months away and it feels quite distant. I can’t help but worry that I might find it difficult to readjust to teaching after so many months of not teaching. I’m not too keen on admitting it but I miss my old routine. I miss my students. I miss the intellectual sparring in the classroom. I miss being up on my feet and constantly being berated with questions, comments, and even hirits. I miss everything.