In true retrospective style, I will fill the reader in on the first three weeks of school.
I ROCK.
My students also rock. I feel like I know my shit now. AND IT FEELS GOOD.
Hope this isn't more foreshadowing, because I just, not 30 minutes ago, burned the final copy of my book for the publisher. I have the first amendment lawyer in my corner, or in my bookmarks, so I can get proper representation as a citizen of this country.
I keep wondering how this second in the Thresholds series is going to end, also. It's like my department chair said -- I am playing with fire. But dammit, this is me. This is my life. And since the fire I'm not letting life pass me by. I am participating in it fully.
And this means getting out the creative aspect of my twisted persona. Maybe my story will inspire other teachers to try to excel in the midst of chaos. Maybe my story will touch one other person who hasn't been able to label their depression. Maybe the damn thing will make one person laugh.
Anyway, in spite of the fact that I don't have HUGE stars this year like Steakboy, Jedi and Pi, I do have kids with motivation and talent. I've trained these new editors, and they know their stuff well -- as a team they can function and produce and I'm not worried this year much.
I still will lose money in yearbook, and Mike will have to bail me out. I still will be selling chocolate instead of surviving only on ads in newspaper. But I have a bounce in my step and an appreciation of my colleagues and students. Couldn't ask for more.
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