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I feel like I can finally exhale. It’s been a whirlwind of a past month, and I feel like I have returned from vacation to a goldfish that’s swimming with only one fin. I feel like I have let this blog die, and for that, I feel terrible. So I hope to make up for it.
Joni’s song is one of my favorite, regardless of the season. Yes, it’s a Christmas song, but not really. I think she wrote and sang about being confused and tired, and even a little melancholy. I would say I am all of those, perhaps excluding the melancholy.
School is out, so no melancholy, right? I finished teaching English Friday for good–maybe not for good, but for at least a while. And I am thrilled and terrified and perhaps grieving a little for my first passion. But then again, I realize that another stronger passion of mine is working one-on-one with kids. And that’s just what I am going to do.
I requested a transfer–a long shot–to move to special education at my current site, something that is also one of my first passions. And low and behold, my amazing principal seconded the motion, and here I am.
Graduation was a complete trip. 8th graders. One of the best group of 8th graders ever. I could not be more pleased to end my final literature chapter with such an amazing bunch. Many of my colleagues asked me after wiping my tears away if I Continue reading
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