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Today is the day before the official day before I embark on yet another new journey. I've changed schools, only putting me at a different campus within my unique school environment, to join a group of people who are huddling under the same umbrella as those I left, but governed differently and clear about flying a different craft.
My role as classroom teacher has morphed into being a specials teacher. I am without home, no room to set up, no materials to clean and set out. There are no chalkboards to wipe down and no desks to arrange. Part of me feels like a drifter as I prepare to move with my MP3 player and docking station to other teachers' classrooms to bring movement to the children. Another part of me feels a sense of freedom. There are no tiles laid out for me. I must lay my own. There is no direction prescribed for me. I must choose my own. This new role falls in line with the way the rest of my life is moving--shake the old standards and create new ones.
The age group I'll take on will be new in the sense that it's been years since I've been 1-on-1 with more than 3 four and five year olds at a time. My love for tweens and teens went left somewhere along the way and resulted in a degree in Early Childhood Education. I keep moving earlier and earlier. I'm afraid of the endless runny noses and the wet bottoms, but I guess I had those in 2nd grade too. My life is forcing me to step outside of my comfort zone and embrace the new things I learn about myself in order to propel onward down my divine path. All things for a reason and all in due time.
Sure enough, tomorrow at 3:30 pm, the countdown begins on the end of free days and the re-emergence of responsibility for the most precious artistic creation we have--children. I am going to savor each second, commit it to memory and recall it when I need inspiration for what comes next in this new role. I am getting poised to unzip who I am today and leave her behind as my former self and step into a new skin. I'm living my life like it's Golden (hated this song...) and can't wait to cash in these next lessons.
sidebar: thankful not to be beginning this school year on the B2. in the future, i'm hoping to ride the bus for convenience purposes only.
Watch me move.