Friday, March 11, 2016
For the twenty-two years, I have been proud to teach and coach at my school. When I was hired in 1994, I was a new teacher, with just a year's experience. Now, I am a seasoned veteran who has had the opportunity to learn and grow with amazing colleagues. For the past four years, I have served as the literacy coach in my building, working alongside teachers to solve problems of practice and to figure out how to best serve our students.
This year, I've struggled. I've cried. I've thought and thought and thought about what should be the next steps in my career. I talked to my principal. I talked to my friends. I talked to Dan. And through all of this crying and talking and thinking, I figured out that coaching is not for me. I think it important work. It is hard work. It is work I can do well. But it is not work that brings me joy.
Ultimately, I realized I felt very isolated. Though I work with teachers all day, I am not part of a team of teachers who are working together toward a common goal. I need that collegiality. I desperately miss working with a classroom of children. Kids and teammates bring energy and joy to my work.
So I am returning to the classroom in the fall, but not as a middle school teacher. I am moving to one of our elementary buildings where I will be teaching third grade. THIRD GRADE!!!! I can hardly believe it! I'm so excited about this new adventure. I have so much to learn! So many books to read! So many things to think about!
So wish me luck... it's going to be a wild ride.