Back in the Trenches
So... I am going to try again and keep up with this. You say it's been 2 years? I say what a 2 years it has bee! Change and joy, and change and stress, more change, annoyance, stress, some joy, more change and joy. Let me lay it out for you.
Decided to move in with my David. He lives across town. NO way I was commuting through the city, through traffic twice a day for my teaching job. I would not only develop road rage, I would act on it. I would be in jail now. Fellow drivers or students would have perished. Not a good thing.
I left my westside 8th grade teaching position. Leaving behind 6 years of one location, friends, great teaching team, comfortably, security and years worth of great kido connections.
Sent out résumés.
Combined our 2 homes.
Started to plan a wedding. Mine.
Eastside-a new school, new district, new curriculum, new team that does not know how to work well together, indigent parents and students and a school so laid back they forgot how to work and chilled while there test scores and standards slipped through the cracks. They left themselves behind. Good thing they found themselves again.
I did get to keep working with the pre-human phenomenon known as 8th graders.
School year ended with a team that was the beginning of function.
Then I was RIFed. Reduction In Force. But wait we want to hire you back and we Might. Just wait and find out. Change , not fun. Waiting, Not fun.
I was a “lucky” one and was hired back before school year ended. I was supposed to happy. I had a job. Take what is given to you. I did I had a wedding to pay for…
I moved to 7th grade and a new school. This was not how I planned things. This Explodes my universe of order and plannedness. Since, my wedding is more important than future( the children are our future), I used the textbook more than I ever had in 10 years of teaching. Combined. Not really bad teaching. Just not my best.
Of course things were not smooth.
Yet, had a beautiful wedding
Made it to March without hurting 7th graders. Who knew teaching 7th grade was liking living in Middle School Musical. Do all 7th graders break into song (and sometimes dance)? Randomly? Or was I just blessed with this musical crop? This team was like Jr. high and not a middle school. Not my style and lonely. But workable.
RIFed again!!
Really!! Really?! Really.
Hired back AFTER packing my room up and the school year ending. David and I took our time deciding and were a micro-inch from just walking away from it all. No more teaching.
But, what about the kids? I have had plenty? And 7th grade does not have the same connection points as 8th grade does. What about the money? So little but, you are right. Better to bank a year and then decide.
Decided to move in with my David. He lives across town. NO way I was commuting through the city, through traffic twice a day for my teaching job. I would not only develop road rage, I would act on it. I would be in jail now. Fellow drivers or students would have perished. Not a good thing.
I left my westside 8th grade teaching position. Leaving behind 6 years of one location, friends, great teaching team, comfortably, security and years worth of great kido connections.
Sent out résumés.
Combined our 2 homes.
Started to plan a wedding. Mine.
Eastside-a new school, new district, new curriculum, new team that does not know how to work well together, indigent parents and students and a school so laid back they forgot how to work and chilled while there test scores and standards slipped through the cracks. They left themselves behind. Good thing they found themselves again.
I did get to keep working with the pre-human phenomenon known as 8th graders.
School year ended with a team that was the beginning of function.
Then I was RIFed. Reduction In Force. But wait we want to hire you back and we Might. Just wait and find out. Change , not fun. Waiting, Not fun.
I was a “lucky” one and was hired back before school year ended. I was supposed to happy. I had a job. Take what is given to you. I did I had a wedding to pay for…
I moved to 7th grade and a new school. This was not how I planned things. This Explodes my universe of order and plannedness. Since, my wedding is more important than future( the children are our future), I used the textbook more than I ever had in 10 years of teaching. Combined. Not really bad teaching. Just not my best.
Of course things were not smooth.
Yet, had a beautiful wedding
Made it to March without hurting 7th graders. Who knew teaching 7th grade was liking living in Middle School Musical. Do all 7th graders break into song (and sometimes dance)? Randomly? Or was I just blessed with this musical crop? This team was like Jr. high and not a middle school. Not my style and lonely. But workable.
RIFed again!!
Really!! Really?! Really.
Hired back AFTER packing my room up and the school year ending. David and I took our time deciding and were a micro-inch from just walking away from it all. No more teaching.
But, what about the kids? I have had plenty? And 7th grade does not have the same connection points as 8th grade does. What about the money? So little but, you are right. Better to bank a year and then decide.
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