I can’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve been away from this little space here! Much, much too long. So long, in fact, that I have actually been putting off this next post for the mostly because I be forced to see the date of my last post… Much has been happening around these parts and I am just now finding myself able to breathe and relax a bit.
It’s during the busy times in life that you can tell the difference between the natural writers and those of us who have to work at it. Natural writers have to write, have to get it all out on paper, or a virtual blank page in order to process and get through a busy time. People that have to work at writing, people like me, use busyness as an excuse not to write and see it as another thing to cross of the to-do list. But while I do sometimes find writing to be a chore, it is certainly something that reaps great benefits. I’m excited to look back in a few more months when the year is over and look over the past 12 months (though maybe I should only be allowed to count 6 of them!) So there’s that.
In other news, I have gone back to school.
Ten years ago I entered high school as a shy and quiet thirteen year old, fresh from a small Mennonite elementary and middle school. I knew practically no one and set off on my own personal journey to independence and adulthood.
Fast forward a decade and I am returning to high school not as a student, but as a French teacher! Oui, bien sur! While I intended to share this information before the school year started, the school year started and it didn’t quite happen. So here I am, telling you that this opportunity completely and totally fell into my lap as I received an email, followed by an interview, followed by a job offer. So I have reduced my hours working at my current job in order to make time to be at school. It is a University Modeled School, which means that they attend from 8am to 1pm, 4 days per week. I have blindly been feeling my way around all things “education” including classroom decorating, lesson plans, essential questions, grading and of course, having two jobs.
So far, so good.
I have not yet broken down into tears (and still hoping that I don’t) and none of my students are failing (hooray!). I come home later from work, but I feel like I have more purpose and like I am doing something maybe a bit more meaningful, more fulfilling.
I think it’s going to be a good year, but I’ll let you know in June – which, according to my blogging history, is probably when my next post will be.