Sophia

  This would be my dream term break for this time of the year- a quiet, tropical, white sand beach, warm ocean waters lapping at the shore, the scent of frangipani wafting through the air, a great book, chilled wine, and all movement at slower than a snail's pace - bliss.  Closed border policies and the prevalence of Covid the world over have burst this bubble, and the closest I managed to get was a 3 minute walk that took me down to my local beach at Point Chevalier. The winds were  blowing up from Scott Base, and the dark green water was colder than melting ice, and there was a conspicuous absence of palm trees. Definitely not a tropical paradise. However, I did get to turn my senses off, shut down and attempt to recharge after what was an unprecedentedly busy term. I could not believe how exhaustipated I felt at the end of the ten weeks, more so than ever before in my teaching career. I'm not sure if it's because life is just getting more demanding than usual, or I'm...