SPRECAN.SPECAN.SPECEN.

The first week of teaching has revived me.

Having not taught for over two months was bad enough that it caused sleepless nights of addictive insomnia and a punishing anxiety. It was terrible. The only consolation and apparently the healthiest, the easiest, and the best resort for such dilemma was to simply recall events…(as suggested by a very reliable source);p

With my head, now at the foot of the bed, I close my eyes and start reminiscing. Nostalgia filled the corners of the dim lit room and the wonderful memories shared with the good students - would run playfully in my thoughts. They always do at cold nights like these. There were the favorite memories…the so-called memorable ones…that of Kevin singing, Andy working hard despite his visual problems, Christina cutting her famous Pannatone, Danica sharing her son’s escapades, Lucy cracking jokes, Sam and Julia dancing, my CT10’s crazy storytelling, Zuzana’s shopping spree, and so much more. Memories of each one of them played in my thoughts. The funny conversations we had seemed as if they were happening all over again and I would smile as I recall how ridiculous those times were and the boisterous laughter that rung the halls and walls of that school. Remembering them, I do not regret even a second of the time we’ve spent. Those times were heaven! Karen Carpenter’s Yesterday sang in my thoughts and indeed those times with them - those precious yesterdays - remained for the longest time in memory.

“When they get to the part, where he’s breaking her heart. It can really make
me cry…just like before…. It’s yesterday once more….”

….every shalalalala…every woOooOOoo….still shines….