acceptance

The process that has led me to this day has probably been building for about 23 years. When I was 8 years old I specifically remember sitting with my sister, trying to help her read a book, do some homework, something... and my mother observing the process. Later she took me aside and said "You should be a teacher some day. You were very patient with your sister and teachers need patience." As it turns out, plenty of people in the world need patience, but that comment stuck with me, and other things did too. I remember being in 6th grade and Mrs. G periodically allowing girls (why were only girls ever interested in this?) to come clean her desk, organize her drawers, grade a few papers, clean the blackboard. In 7th grade, Mrs. H would occasionally let some of us (girls) design a new bulletin board. Bliss. It was pure bliss. The EZ Grader, the red pens, the smell of chalk dust, the unlimited access to a stapeler and rolls of colored paper. Sigh. Most of that (probably w/the acception of the red pens) will be irrelevant for my upcoming new teaching career. Oh, I didn't mention that? As of today, I've accepted an offer for a teaching position, starting this fall. I'll be teaching high school religion, specifically the Junior Morality class. I'll have other outside of classroom duties, tbd. I've pursued and am achieving my dream. Leaving my current position will be dificult, especially as I've grown close to my coworkers. We have an intimate little group of the three of us. We've developed our own inside jokes and have countless funny stories. But, I was never meant to stay at this job long-term. It doesn't suit my personality, and while it does feed some passions, it leaves others desiring so much more. I'm grateful for my time here, but I'm comfortable and confident in my decision to move on. I'm hopeful for my future as a Rocket.