I had an unbelievable realization today: there are only 38 more school days left in this year. Year 14 is just about over.
I’m feeling kind of proud of myself. I took a crazy risk this year, up and leaving the only district in which I ever worked. And after the initial settling in period, there almost isn’t a day where I do not feel like I have been at my school for a long time. I am so at home there. I feel like I belong there.
This year, I tried so many new things. Co-teaching units with one of my teammates, bringing technology into my classroom and my teaching like never before, yoga and kickboxing, and I just committed to starting National Board Certification next year. Coming to my new school changed me as a teacher; I feel like I’ve been a much better teacher this year than I’ve been in awhile.
Here’s the snag…I knew going into this job that I was a “bubble” teacher. I was a late-hire, third class split. I knew that chances were that I would be having to follow this group up to 6th grade next year, and I was completely fine with that, especially after I got to know my students. I would be beyond joyous if I got to spend another year teaching this group. Don’t see the snag yet? Well here it is: unfortunately, we are losing enough students from 5th grade because of moves, that at this point, there will not be a third section of 6th next year. And at this point, there are not enough 4th grade students for there to be a third section of 5th next year.
I try not to dwell on this. I know it drives my teammate crazy. I can’t help it. I’m consumed by it as the year is drawing to a close. I have to keep telling myself to put all the thoughts out of my head about where will I be? What grade level will I be teaching? And put out into the universe what I want to get back.
I will be a 5th grade teacher at Meadowview School next year. What you think about you bring about. What you think about you bring about. Thoughts become things. Thoughts become things.
I hope the universe is listening.