This was, by far, my hardest good-bye. I loved this school, loved my students, loved the people I worked with and for. Truly. It wasn't all sugar and spice and whipped cream and cherries on top -- and those who know me well understand how *difficult* these last years have been here -- but when all is said and done, my children were educated well here and it gave me life. I spent more time here than I did in my own home (awake) and that is one of the reasons it was time to leave the classroom. I took a quiz the other night and one of the sections summed me up perfectly -- I invest too much effort in things with a low return rate. I BELIEVE EACH OF MY STUDENTS HAVE A VERY HIGH RETURN RATE, however, when judged against the impossibly unfair standards that the 2010's have ushered in, this trait in me is what made my family crazy. So. . .among the many, many who have asked if I will go back to the classroom. . ."I don't know". I just don't. I know my fam
A blog about Seasons God has given me