Words, and more words

Saturday, 21 March 2015

World Poetry Day

World Poetry Day

World Poetry Day

World Poetry Day

World Poetry Day

World Poetry Day

World Poetry Day

World Poetry Day

World Poetry Day

World Poetry Day

I haven’t been here in a while and it is not due to lack of wanting but lack of time. We are nearing the end of the teaching year here in England – there will be a few more weeks of teaching, and I will most likely be marking non-stop till the end of May, but I can see the end. While the end of this, my first teaching year here, is most welcome in the sense that this year has been simply nuts in terms of workload, I am genuinely sad at the thought of not seeing my students each week. It’s almost clichĂ© to say it, but I like them – I like them as people, I like them even when they frustrate me, and I like encountering other minds encountering texts I know and love for the first time.

So it seems appropriate to me to visit this space on World Poetry Day, which is today, and bombard you with words I love just as I feel I have been bombarded this year with so many things I love, yet so much pain and homesickness and adjusting to a new life. I want to write more and perhaps in a few months when things settle down and the university is quiet and the students have left for their summer holiday, the writing will once again dominate my life as teaching has dominated it for the past few months. But I find I like this ‘domination’. I always thought of myself as a person who loves order and who feels overwhelmed by chaos. I always thought that people exhaust me too much simply because I am shy and introverted. But this year, I feel that despite the stress, I have found a purpose, and I have sometimes enjoyed the exhaustion for what it is rather than fighting against it.

So here’s to words and more words, and to students and more students.

P.S. I have passed my probation period and am now a permanent member of staff at my university. This still seems like fiction, like a fantasy. Perhaps typing it out will make it seem real. I often return to this photo and stare at it early in the morning to convince myself of my new reality:

Moi

P.P.S I have nearly been in England for a year, can you believe it?

3 comments:

rooth said...

I too feel like you just moved there. I know it always takes longer for me to adjust than I think... I'm still adjusting to being here and I've been living here for two years already. Congrats on your permanent post btw!

bex said...

How are you finding a year, Hila? I've just hit 365 the other day - and have found it incredibly exciting and eye opening, but also lonely and difficult - all at once. And while I still miss a good hot summers day and those beautiful evenings, I still marvel at the fact I'm a fully fledged tube traveller in London. Crazy. It's quite the adjustment.

Be interested to know your thoughts!

Rambling Tart said...

I can hardly believe you've been there an entire year. How amazing! So thrilled to hear you are permanent now. What an incredible feeling that must be. :-) I love the words of "Longing for a Sister."