First day of school, third year of the covidic era. Let us all recite the Ten Commandments together as encouragement:
1. You won’t have any other school outside of this one. Or maybe yes, you will have two or three, a professorship to complete external hours, you will change a couple of institutions between one substitute and the other, but the school, trust me, it’s always the same.
2. Don’t mention the name of the Dad in vain. Not even the Ddi. That maybe we can get rid of it or at least not have it around every two weeks.
3. Remember to keep the holidays holy. Yes, those who mark your diary on the first day of school like kids, there are those who do it and those who say not to, lying. Less 103 days at Christmas, anyway.
4. Onora i colleagues (especially those who can regenerate the forgotten password of the electronic register and those who make the time).
5. Do not kill. Which now seems easy, but towards the second quarter there temptation is strong.
6. Do not commit unclean acts. No, not that type, leave those to teenagers. Rather sanitized the chair well and keep the mask in place above the nose, without waving it at the elbow.
7. Steal, steal as well. Not from the school, which there is nothing to steal there, but from the best colleagues. Steal the ideas that work, the strategies that you can use too, the Zen techniques to not set the bureaucracy on fire, the interdisciplinary connections that your students would also like. The photocopies in the drawer maybe ask first if you can get them, though.
8. Don’t give false testimony. Unless it is the day of the family school plenary interviews and you have a parent who is particularly well versed in Greco-Roman disciplines, like the fight. There maybe use a couple of periphrases.
9. Do not desire the class of others. Yes, the neighbor’s class is always greener. They are better, more motivated, in other schools they study more, in the three years they are more mature, in that address they love your subject more, who knows what beautiful lessons you would have. But in the end it’s not that true and in June they will have screwed you as usual and you wouldn’t trade them with anyone.
10. Do not desire the work of others. There is that moment when you would like to apply as lighthouse keeper, herdsman, owner of a chiringuito, praline taster. It happens two or three times. Per year, quarterly, per week. A day, certain days. But you also know that you don’t really think so, because dealing with guys and trying to convey to them the passion for what you love is undoubtedly the best job in the world.