Riding the Wave

I tell you what, I'm loving being a teacher.  At the same time, I feel like I've been hit full in the face by a tidal wave and I'm only just managing to keep my head above water.  Getting to know the kids, the routines, the school, the teachers, the layout, the computer systems, oh, and how to really be a teacher...  Full-on.

But it's good.  I feel I've properly landed on my feet with an excellent, progressive, well-run and supportive school.  I have felt included and welcomed from the very beginning, and supported at every stage.  I also feel that I am encouraged to try out things and think outside the box a bit, which is wonderful.  It makes a previous company I worked for seem seriously unprofessional and incompetent in terms of people management.  I can't gush enough about how amazing my colleagues and seniors are at this school.  I'm a lucky, lucky beginning teacher!

Recurring Dream

I realised the other night that the vast majority of my most vivid dreams always end up in the same place - the house we lived in in Belgium.  There will be details from other parts of my life - a dress I bought only recently, friends from Glasgow or Borneo, etc - but I'll usually end up back at the Rozenlaan house with a good amount of detail.  The plot is different every time, but all the other houses I've lived in barely feature.

I wonder why that is?  Anyone else have a similar experience?

Oh, and my flying dreams?  I swim through the air in a graceful breaststroke.