For the first time in a few months, I woke up this weekend with joy in my heart. As you know, I’ve had some issues with my brain. I felt completely out of control of my life and it was affecting me horribly. I finally realized one of the reasons why I was so unhappy; I had no contact with kids. I need to be around their energy and excitement. I need to share in their celebrations and support them when they need help. I needed to be a teacher again.
I decided about three weeks ago that I couldn’t continue living the way I was. I pulled myself out of my stupor and became proactive. I put it out to the universe that I needed a new job. Then I got to work.
I reached out to my bookface friends and asked if anyone knew of positions opening up. I got a couple of suggestions and I ran with them. One of them was for the district that I started out with. I loved working for that district. The only reason why I left is because my dearest darling daughter was born and I didn’t want to have to drive thirty minutes to get her if she was ill. It was the correct choice to make at the time.
I got on ye olde interwebz to apply and, lo and behold, found out that the head of human resources was my former principal. Not only did I get help from my friends, but my contact for a position was someone who knows me and knows what I can do in a classroom. Plus, they had a position open! I sent him my resume and talks commenced. The position was for high school English, but required a reading endorsement, so I wasn’t qualified for it. My former principal told me that he’d continue working on finding a job for me.
Let me tell you, it dropped my spirits. But hey, it was the first place I’d tried and I knew the universe would catch me. It always has.
I started filling out applications for all the districts, even ones that I wasn’t sure I wanted to work for. I just needed out of my current position. I finished filling out all but one of my applications on Monday of last week and headed off to work. On my way there, I got a phone call asking me how soon I could start (if I made it through the interview, of course).
I interviewed and got the job. I am going to be back in the classroom teaching 8th grade language arts in my old district. My favorite level to teach is middle school. I get to work with one of my former students who teaches math. I get to join a family who has already stretched their arms out to embrace me.
I feel like I am going home again.