It is that time of the year. My school is organising a GRIT (Growing Resilience In Teens) camp.
For my secondary one students, they had to work together to orienteer to various checkpoints yesterday. Since they misread the map a couple of times, everyone easily clocked more than 10k steps because we kept having to retrace our steps.
Today, we did dragonboating in the morning. For the uninitiated, it involves a group of people synchronising their movements to paddle a dragon-shaped boat. I acquired a nice tan under the hot sun. In the afternoon, we didn’t have to do orienteering, but the camp instructors led us through an urban hiking route that involved walking. Not as much as yesterday, but by the time we reached our destination, several students were so dog-tired that they raised their legs on the outdoor bench (presumably to facilitate the flow of blood to their brains).
Anyway, I saw their chaos unfold before me and decided to call for an impromptu Circle Time session so that I could say stuff that would give meaning to their “suffering”. I mentioned about an unforgettable incident when I was serving in the army. As an Armour Infantry soldier, I had to secure a godforsaken corner of the forest in the wee hours of the morning, lonely and hungry and shivering. But because this incident tested my physical limits to the max, I could always recount on it whenever I am going through hard times. So I expressed hopes that my students would remember this GRIT camp in future whenever they encounter challenges.
I even concluded my facilitation by getting the class chairman to come up with an emotionally stirring positive statement “I CAN DO IT!”
After returning to school, I happened to have time to declutter my notes. I came across articles that say how children develop coping strategies more effectively when their teachers share their experiences. So I guess I was on the right track even though I was improvising.
The thing is, I don’t feel very resilient because I am currently struggling with parenthood. Although my mental health has improved since the time I wrote about being burnt out, sometimes my heart aches so much for my lost social life that I just want to shout hysterically at the Universe.
I guess when I have to model resilience in front of my students, I fake it pretty well. Haha.
Do you think you are resilient? Any thing you are doing to burnish your resilience?