2010
I am not feeling like a writer at all right now.
I have so much news, so much to write about - but its been said, which means I don't want to write about, feel no pressing need to post my memories at the moment. Which I'll regret a year for now. For someone who has had a paid multi-week break, you'd think I'd have enough energy to publish a few posts, but I'd rather sleep because tomorrow I'm going to be selling poetry to a bunch of cranky fifteen year-olds not ready to be back at school.
So, I'm not feeling like a writer but I am writing because I need a new post. The last ones happened a million memories ago, they were so 2009. And yet this space screams of bared embarrassing innards that are better moved past. Especially when real-life me has moved past them.
So, 2010. This is my last year as a teacher. On resumes and in stories this is where that journey stops. I've had a great year as a teacher so far. Tough stuff has happened but I've grown up in good ways, bonded with the kids, had students stay after the final on the last day of 2009 school, instead of busting open my door mid-bell ring running down the halls screaming "freedom," because they wanted to give me a hug and tell me they like my class (these are the smart kids who realize that I am grading their finals moments after they leave). I had a parent write me a card telling me her son wants to be an English teacher now because of me. Lots of gifts and grand goodbyes.
And now 2010 is here, the kids are back tomorrow and in six months Ms. Romero will be gone.
Over the break those plans became not a likely probability but a definitive path. I got my first two acceptance letters. And one of them offered my the Dean's Scholarship for academic merit equaling a full-ride. The Dean personally wrote me a note to attend. I still have eight outstanding letter of acceptance or rejection that I'll get in the next four months, but regardless of what they say, at the least or at the most (however you want to look at it), I'll be going to law school. I won't be a 9th grade teacher any longer.
Now the next question is...when do I tell my team?
I have so much news, so much to write about - but its been said, which means I don't want to write about, feel no pressing need to post my memories at the moment. Which I'll regret a year for now. For someone who has had a paid multi-week break, you'd think I'd have enough energy to publish a few posts, but I'd rather sleep because tomorrow I'm going to be selling poetry to a bunch of cranky fifteen year-olds not ready to be back at school.
So, I'm not feeling like a writer but I am writing because I need a new post. The last ones happened a million memories ago, they were so 2009. And yet this space screams of bared embarrassing innards that are better moved past. Especially when real-life me has moved past them.
So, 2010. This is my last year as a teacher. On resumes and in stories this is where that journey stops. I've had a great year as a teacher so far. Tough stuff has happened but I've grown up in good ways, bonded with the kids, had students stay after the final on the last day of 2009 school, instead of busting open my door mid-bell ring running down the halls screaming "freedom," because they wanted to give me a hug and tell me they like my class (these are the smart kids who realize that I am grading their finals moments after they leave). I had a parent write me a card telling me her son wants to be an English teacher now because of me. Lots of gifts and grand goodbyes.
And now 2010 is here, the kids are back tomorrow and in six months Ms. Romero will be gone.
Over the break those plans became not a likely probability but a definitive path. I got my first two acceptance letters. And one of them offered my the Dean's Scholarship for academic merit equaling a full-ride. The Dean personally wrote me a note to attend. I still have eight outstanding letter of acceptance or rejection that I'll get in the next four months, but regardless of what they say, at the least or at the most (however you want to look at it), I'll be going to law school. I won't be a 9th grade teacher any longer.
Now the next question is...when do I tell my team?
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