I refer to the annual semestral break and not a personal one.
I sit at my desk with piles upon piles of papers surrounding me and I find it necessary now to just pause and sigh and write. All these students, eager to pass, eager to get a high grade, but neither understanding the text completely nor writing very well (“decent” is the best adjective I can give them) break my heart. I echo the perennial cry of teachers around the world, “WHERE HAVE I GONE WRONG?! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH THESE KIDS?!”
And so I sit and listen to Beyoncé screech Love on Top and Mumford and Sons mumble and rage about white blank pages and love.
I would like to believe that my heart has grown bigger, that I’ve learned to be more accepting of people no matter how disagreeable they may be to me. My dislike of certain people remains, but… I’m trying to be more… well. I’m just trying to be nicer and kinder.
Be kind. Everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
Be kind when you’re working.
Be kind when you’re on break (academic or personal).
Be kind to your family.
Be kind to your enemy.
Be kind to that poor person knocking on your car window, asking for some change.
Be kind all the time.