I finally made the drive out to my classroom today. The principal seemed nervous as she walked through the whole school and finally stopped at my classroom (at the very tip of the school! but not too far from a bathroom, so that's good!). She turned and then mentioned I'd be sharing it half days with the title one/special teacher. I considered this, happy that my worries the job wouldn't be filled were unwarranted, but very unhappy at sharing with another teacher, after I had been told I'd be sharing with a para.
He had already been there, claimed the bigger desk, and I felt a bit displaced. The room is a cluttered mess. There is a big pile of boxes that need broke down and carried out, and what could be an okay room aesthetically is a mess. I didn't know where to start. How were we to break the room up. I moved one thing right to the middle of the white board, to start, but then I thought the other way might be better. I might lose the big whiteboard, but I would have access to the computers, which is necessary. Why block them off and have to interrupt whenever we need it. So, Tierney and I plan to go back tomorrow and move some more. Hopefully he isn't here, or gets there after we get started, so I don't have to consider his input. I want a window, I want computers for my students.
I'll deal with it. I haven't met him yet, but hopefully we get on okay, and he talks just the right amount and not too much. I hope he's gone in the afternoons, but I don't know his schedule.
The drive is a killer. An hour wouldn't be so bad if it were interstate all the way, but it's winding two lane roads which require me to slow down rapidly around certain curves. It's scary because I AM the sort of person who spaces out while driving.
I was about to just resign, but then I was reminded of the reasons I chose to work, and they haven't changed. I don't like needing "help". If everyone chose to get help, what sort of position would our country be in? I can't stand not being able to support myself and my children if Karl died or just really screwed up. I want to travel and enjoy the nicer things.
So. The adventure begins. My heart is so torn, but it's the bigger choice, the choice which promises growth, and the better one.
Now to sit back and live with the consequences.
He had already been there, claimed the bigger desk, and I felt a bit displaced. The room is a cluttered mess. There is a big pile of boxes that need broke down and carried out, and what could be an okay room aesthetically is a mess. I didn't know where to start. How were we to break the room up. I moved one thing right to the middle of the white board, to start, but then I thought the other way might be better. I might lose the big whiteboard, but I would have access to the computers, which is necessary. Why block them off and have to interrupt whenever we need it. So, Tierney and I plan to go back tomorrow and move some more. Hopefully he isn't here, or gets there after we get started, so I don't have to consider his input. I want a window, I want computers for my students.
I'll deal with it. I haven't met him yet, but hopefully we get on okay, and he talks just the right amount and not too much. I hope he's gone in the afternoons, but I don't know his schedule.
The drive is a killer. An hour wouldn't be so bad if it were interstate all the way, but it's winding two lane roads which require me to slow down rapidly around certain curves. It's scary because I AM the sort of person who spaces out while driving.
I was about to just resign, but then I was reminded of the reasons I chose to work, and they haven't changed. I don't like needing "help". If everyone chose to get help, what sort of position would our country be in? I can't stand not being able to support myself and my children if Karl died or just really screwed up. I want to travel and enjoy the nicer things.
So. The adventure begins. My heart is so torn, but it's the bigger choice, the choice which promises growth, and the better one.
Now to sit back and live with the consequences.
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