Quiet Sunday

So, I actually had the day off.  I did not have to speak to or yell at any short people under the age of 16. It was as close to Nirvana as I think that I will ever get. Don't get me wrong.  I mean really, I LOVE teaching.  I do.  I feel grounded and present and useful and in my element.  I know that I'm good at it and that the short ones like me.  It's all good.  Yet by the end of the day yesterday I was ready to kill them all.  Even the nice sweet ones.  Off with their (always talking) heads!  What I think is important about this is my ability to recognize that I had arrived at that point.  I NEVER want to be the bitter teacher, the one doing it only for a paycheck or because I can't find any other work, or because I've gotten caught in a rut.  I only want to teach and direct and choreograph for kids if I know that I am giving them what they deserve.  It's simply not ethical or moral otherwise.  It's just not.  So, I'm totally committed, but on the days when I say no kids, I mean it.  I really really mean it.