The door opens and I turn to see who it is: a man who mumbles an apology: “Hey, sorry about the noise.”
Only three students were in attendance when my eight o’clock class was to begin — they increased to ten before the end.
My ten o’clock was full, but the students were rain-drenched, having run through a downpour to reach me in that dry library corner.
Days like today, when my alarm was not quite enough to force me awake in the early darkness, the routine itself is a relief: tasks and the clock in alignment, so that I need only obey, not initiate.
Even teaching is a form of obedience: this is my job and I do it, sandwiched in a hierarchy, so that I feel safely between this and that.
This is the relief of Isaiah 30, the grace of the Teacher who promises we shall weep no more:
And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, “This is the way, walk in it,” when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left.
Today I join Kate Motaung and her Five Minute Friday writers to write on her prompt, relief. The button above will take you to her site.
©2015 by Stacy Nott