Sitting at my teacher desk in my classroom, I survey my kingdom. It's not much, some desks, chairs, a few tired displays, but it's mine. I have had a few classrooms over the years and despite the sauna-like qualities of my new abode, this is my favourite.
It's the final half of the summer term and while there are only four weeks to the summer break, it is fairly jam packed with exams, activities, and meetings. I have been met this morning with emails asking me to create fun and exciting activities for our now unoccupied Year 11s, requests to cover my colleagues who somehow have managed to score an end of year trip, and reminders for documents I have yet to complete.
After my workday is finished, I'll then go home to tutor until 8pm.
I am often caught singing 'when will my life begin' as I make my way to my classroom in the morning. Not because I am trapped in a fairly small tower by my fake and slightly derailed manipulating mother Gothel, but because I have the same routine every morning, that while comfortably familiar, is dull and uninspiring. Like Rapunzel, I have a dream. If I no longer needed the (relatively stable) income that comes with my 8-5:30 (6 days a week) job, you would find me in the kitchen. I am a fairly competent baker, and I love to make show-stopping cakes for family birthdays. My dream and my FIRE goals are aligned. When I retire, I want to travel 6 months of the year, collecting recipes for new and exciting bakes, and then come back for the rest of the year to recreate and reimagine those baked goods to sell at farmer's markets and fairs.
I know I could start now.
But life gets in the way, between my family, my all encompassing job as a teacher/supervisor/manager/organiser/care-giver, and my tutoring gigs, I don't have a large amount of time to spare. One day, I hope to update you with the when and where you can get hold of my exciting new tray-bake, but until then, you will find me sat at my desk, dreaming my way through each day.