I am a creature of habit. I like my routines. I like silence. I need silence. I drive to and from work in silence. I arrive at school much earlier than I have to – simply so I can be the first person in the math workroom. I usually have three evenings a week with the house to myself for a good four hours.
I cherish my alone time. This allows me to think, to reflect, to work, to just… be. My home routine has been severely disrupted for the past few weeks and I’m not sure when it will return to “normal”. My alone time has been reduced to almost zero. I feel scattered. On edge. My frustration tolerance is approaching zero. I’m reacting instead of acting. I feel like I’m not accomplishing anything.
I don’t like it.
Yet, I’m coping. I steal moments of quiet where I can. What is keeping me going is the knowledge I’ll eventually be able to return to my cherished silence. Last night I started wondering how many of my students face similar situations – without the luxury of knowing the noise will soon end.