What she Wore: brown v-neck sleeveless top with crochet around the neckline; khaki capris; brown strappy steve madded slides. White undershirt. The girls all loved the shirt.
First I’d like to say that yesterday’s blog generated all sorts of interesting comments and I loved how involved everyone got. If you missed it, the comments were interesting and well worth a read. Second, if you don’t like a sappy blog please ignore today–it’s that time of year.
Teaching is my first profession and I’m well aware of the statistics regarding it. People drop out like flies in the first couple of years, and there’s a teacher shortage in general. I was a girl that people told, "you can do anything," and I never thought that my "anything" would be teaching. I picked the degree as a safety net and ended up loving it.
For this reason (and because I’m an over-thinker), I often question my career. Is this the right place for me? Am I fully utilizing the gifts that God gave me? Am I any good at this? People can offer words of advice, and encouragement, but few are ever in your classroom and walking in your shoes.
One glaring exception is Mr. K–he and I work closely together developing curriculum, trying new techniques, and sometimes putting our heads down and sighing with frustration. He’s a new teacher and that’s enabled us to work together without one of us having to get over the crotchety factor (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, think about that teacher you had who’d been doing it for a hundred years–not a lot of flexibilty there). He is one of the few people who’s sees me in action on a daily basis. I value his opinion immensely.
Recently, I was having a "where do I go next crisis?" I work in special education which can be a waste-land for educators. There’s tons of paperwork, people dislike you for what you HAVE to do, people are often hired out of desperation, and my students are the MOST likely to drop out. I love my kids, but the job can be tough. I was wondering if I should stick with this, or pursue my original plan of becoming an English teacher. Or should I just do something else entirely? Mr. K listened to me ramble through the whole thing and said, "you should stay in the classroom." He also said, "you are a good special ed teacher." These words are incredible validating.
So what does this have to do with getting tagged by Ashlie? Well, here’s what’s in my purse today (please hang in there).
- School keys and I.D.
- Car Keys
- Pouch with money, cards, etc.
- program from church with bible verses scribbled on it
- breath mints (I breathe in people’s faces all day long)
- A note from Mr. K which reads as follows:
I know in advance that these words won’t be able to capture my appreciation for what you’ve been for me this year. In the beginning I relied on you for expeience and encouragment, and your generosity with these helped me when I doubted myself the most.
As I told the students, there can only be one "first," and no matter how many teams or co-teachers I am priviledged to work with over my career, you will always be the one who helped me begin successfully.
When I first learned I had been accepted to teach at _______, my wife and I prayed for God to place me with people and in a situation where I could accomplish His goals. I have no doubt that you have been a blessing from God and an answer to prayer for me, and I offer heartfelt thanks.
Damnit if I don’t want to cry just typing the thing. How’d I’d get so lucky to work with such nice people?