Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Back in the groove.

Tom is back to work and our home is somewhat back to normal. I realized, this week, as I did my third quarter progress reports, I have made it through 3/4 of my first year as a real teacher. Wow, what a ride!!!! It's like riding a roller coaster. One day you are up and the next, you are scared to death. Overall, it's been good and I will come back for another year. Last year, about this time, I applied for a position in another school district, as a nurse. Everyone thought I was a shoo in, but I wasn't . I just couldn't understand why I didn't get the position. I was down for a while and then asked God to give me peace. He did and he gave me my job as a teacher. Last week, the old school district called me and asked me to interview for a nursing position. My initial reaction was "I wasn't good enough last year, why do you think I want to apply this year?". I didn't say this, but the thought was there. It was Tom who told them "no, she has a position as a teacher in another school district". It caused me to pause and again, reexamine why I am doing what I am doing. I needed to tell myself that in this season in my life, teaching is what I am called to do. God wants me to be a teacher so I better stop complaining about my job. I am lucky to have a job. We were told that 650,000 educator positions will be cut this year, across the nation. Thank you President Obama. Even though there are seasoned teachers out there looking for work, I have a job. Thank you God. SPED is the one area that has not been cut and the one area where there is a shortage of teachers.

I guess it's true "Do what you love and the money will follow". Well, at least a little money.

Take care all.

1 comment:

Michelle said...

Shari, glad that Tom is up and about and back at work. It is hard when our men get ill. Glad to hear that your job is going well and you enjoy it. I sometimes feel like a third wheel in Court's office. I would love to go back and get my masters and actually teach at the university. Maybe someday, we shall see. love you, karen