Our lives are often punctuated by routines and rituals…
Every Thursday morning our alarm goes off at 5.20 am, a time well before sparrow’s fart (a quaint Aussie expression) and in the gloomy darkness Vicki and I commence the longest working day of our week. We aim to be on the road by 6.30 am. We drive from our home on the coast, 60 km south of the city, to schools on the western side of
. We join the morning commute and negotiate our way through the heart of the city and beyond. The Thursday trip takes between 75 and 120 minutes. We mostly take one car and attend separate schools within the same school network. At the conclusion of the working day we don’t drive home. Instead we regularly stay close to the city so that on Friday morning it only requires a short drive for each of us to work at two different schools. This routine enables us to support four schools over two days. On Friday we drive home. –A trip that usually takes about two and a half hours. Everyone is trying to leave the city at the same time it seems. Melbourne
Today is different though. We need to take two cars unfortunately. Public transport is not an option, and so we duplicate the travel trek. Not environmentally desirable I’m afraid. At the end of the school day Vicki will present a professional learning workshop for teachers within our work network. The workshop, one of a series, will run for two hours commencing at 4.00pm for teachers of Prep (preparatory) Grade students ( In America- kindergarten. In some places –reception). Vicki’s day will end at 6,30 pm when she gets back to our rental apartment. It’s a long day given the early start.
Thursdays and Fridays are heavy haulage days in our week. What makes these days so worthwhile is the reception we receive in our respective schools. The work is both challenging and rewarding. Once you arrive, you forget about the early start and the frustration of the traffic. The smiling faces of students and their warm greetings make the demands of our early start all worthwhile. No pain, no gain.