Two years ago was rough.
I watched as my good friend's health deteriorated due to the stress of work.
I experienced a group of children that rivaled all groups I had experienced to date. And not in a good way.
I noted a total lack of support and compassion from someone who judges others on their ability to offer support and compassion.
Last year was worse.
I watched as things unraveled.
I experienced crushing negativity.
I noted the wrong way to build a team or handle staff.
This year approached at a slow march.
The position I'd been interested in and denied each of the last 5 years due to my lack of a teaching degree was once again posted.
I did not find out my schedule until the weekend before the first staff day.
I did not meet my intervention partner until the staff work day.
She turned out to be great.
And I love my schedule and the people I'm working with.
And the kids this year are the way I remember kids being... very unlike the kids of the past 3 years.
And I will be doing intervention with K, 1, & 2 -- the groups I have finally finessed and gotten instruction to a point I think works and can be successful.
After 4 days I am actually happy. Actually each of the 4 days I have left work happy.
And then the monkey in the wrench...
The person who was going to do intervention got a teaching job and only worked the first day of school.
And I was offered the job. The one I had wanted. But it would require RTI and ESL and record keeping and the possibility of math and writing as well.
But it was THE job.
I said I wanted to think about it.
I talked to my two best friends. I talked to my husband.
I declined the offer.
Because our oldest leaves for college a week from Friday.
Because it would be more work for the same amount of pay.
Because I am happy.
And because sometimes your heart changes it's mind.
And sometimes you have to listen to your heart.