What. A. Week.
Crazy happy it’s Friday with no plans on Saturday (morning). Today I filled for a IA at the same middle school I’ve been at for…nearing five weeks now. The position I filled was actually held by the individual who is now the new science teacher.
I have little to no experience working in special education. Easily it’s the weakest area for me within the world of education. So, only through God’s humor, would it make sense for me to be in the IA (paraprofessional) position today. Of course, this also came with a frequent question:
Why don’t you just take over this IA position and work for the district?
I was informed today that as long as all the paperwork checks out I would be a primary selection for the job, with the expectation of having a real classroom at the beginning of the ’15-’16 school year.
It’s not easy, and this is something way out of my comfort zone. However, it’s an educational piece I need before actually teaching.
There’s a couch in the front of the church that Darco and I attend. It’s grey, themed with the carpet and accented by the red chairs.
Darco is teaching Sunday School, 5 year olds to be precise, the atrium is filled with football scores and school scandals…some things just can’t be ignored.
I am an alien, a foreigner to this place. I do not exist in this realm, spinning webs of a world that I do not partake in. It’s about contests and competitions, winning, losing, and finding truth between the lies. As the sojourner I merely observe, finding struggles of integration. Perhaps I’m in need of rehabilitation, finding ways to operate within this space.
Instead, it only takes one, two individuals to speak with a forced sense of communication for me to relocate back to reality. Listening to their fears, concerns, and their heart reminds me that I’m human after all.
You know what sounds ideal? I’ll paint you a picture (Facebook quizzes said I’m good at that):
Waking up in the outskirts of the city. Brewing coffee, blending up breakfast, taking a shower and hitting the road.
Arriving at work 10-15 minutes later (versus the past year of +100 miles per day) and turning on the lights to my classroom.
After school is out, heading home, unpacking the day, grabbing a snack and either hitting the track or the local gym. Killing it for a few hours, gearing up for the next race, and afterwards heading home to recover. Dinner with health benefits (aka not garbage), a quiet evening with Darco, if we didn’t have plans that night, and heading to bed at a moderate time.
May not seem like much, but after three years of chaos…it’d actually be kind of nice.
I’m turning over the keys to you. Make the classroom yours, own it.
I wouldn’t even have believed myself a week ago if I had told myself that I would currently be in the situation that I’m currently in (did that make any sense)? It’s been a very strange week, and currently halfway through, I’m barely staying awake past 10:00 PM. For the past couple days I’ve been trying to thinking of the best way to explain what’s been going on, without of course going into too much detail, that’s brought us to this unique situation. Continue reading →
Here’s a bit of a breakdown for the last month for you who are just now turning in:
-Was informed my services were no longer required at my place of employment (awkward)
-I started back as a substitute teacher in the same district I was working in this time last year, including a specific building that broke my heart to leave
-Darco was promoted in Starbucks, and will likely be transferred to the northern part of the city south of us
-Our lease is up in November on our apartment
-We’ve been meeting with a few families on Thursday evenings, praying and plotting a church plant in the same area as…
Not my photo, but the neighborhood meeting near the hopeful new church plant today was great!
…Darco is likely to transfer for work
…the school district I’m currently substitute teaching in
…we’re hoping to relocate to at the time that our lease is up