‘Me? Stressed! You bet I am’, bemoans Private English Tutor
Nothing in the affairs of men is worthy of great anxiety.
I am taking it that this refers to stress.
As one involved in the British education system, I am only too aware of both the stress of the job as an educator and that of students, attempting to jump over the hurdles to attain academic success.
Recently, I was greeted by the following lines, on the front page of a daily newspaper:
* ‘Children need help with pressures of modern life, says study’.
* ‘ More than half fear failure amid “continuous onslaught of stress”. ‘
Intrigued, I ventured inside for more detail and was greeted by:
‘Ms Russell attacked the Education Secretary Michael Gove for adding to the pressure on schoolchildren, accusing the Department for Education of being “not interested in well-being”. “it’s all about academic success,” she said.’
What’s all the hoohaa about? I could have told them that years ago! However, I wonder how much stress is self-inflicted. I found the following in a recent edition of the The Sunday Times:
‘I’m stressed. Are you stressed? You look stressed. I blame modern life. All those status updates, unwatched box sets and email attachments you forgot to attach. . . When I finally got home, I was up half the night checking Twitter. I don’t know how much longer we can go on like this.’
No – neither do I. But isn’t all that self-inflicted?
So, where does that leave us?
I always have a ‘To Do’ list. It never ends because as soon as I put a line through an accomplished task, I find myself adding a further two items to the bottom of the list. Just how stressful is that?
So that brings us around to Plato’s wise words. Is anything really worthy of ‘great anxiety’?
* Does it matter if your blog hasn’t attracted new followers recently?
* Does it matter if you don’t have time to post on your blog this week?
* Does it matter if three followers ‘Unfollowed’ because of your last contentious post?
* Then of course there are the emails that need answering, the phone you carry around which demands immediate attention and the Facebook comments that jostle and vie for your time.
Why do we put ourselves under such pressure?
‘Must run, got a lecture to deliver,’ smiles this Private English Tutor as he dashes out the house wearing odd coloured socks.