It doesn’t seem like that long ago that I begun a new chapter in my life. I had just graduated from Alabama with a Master’s degree and had started frantically searching for teaching jobs. Although I had quite a few ups and downs during the summer, I finally got a job and I was on cloud nine.
I wish I could say that the excitement stayed with me, but that excitement soon turned to frustration, sadness, depression, and those happy smiles turned into many tears. The first semester was probably the worst semester in my life. It almost drove me to the point of having to go on nerve pills.
After Christmas, I went into the classroom with a newfound confidence and determination that this semester was going to be better. It was, indeed, much better, but it did not come without its share of tears as well. Part of me felt some success, but the other part of me felt like I just needed to get through this year.
Since Spring Break (in April), things began to go downhill again. Everything that used to work no longer did and everyday I left school feeling like I had been running a marathon in place: exhausted, but felt like I got absolutely no where. This time, however, I was not the only one feeling the frustration as even veteran teachers were miserable and contemplating a job change.
When my principal called the university in to remediate me in October, I began preparing myself for a pink slip at the end of the year. With the economy in turmoil, many people were dreading the pink slip, but honestly, there were days when I was saying a silent prayer that if a pink slip was what I needed to get out of this situation, I would take it.
About two weeks ago, listening to my coworkers vent and contemplate changing schools, I began to do a lot of soul-searching. Their dilemma was that they were tenured or almost tenured and they didn’t want to leave and have to start all over. I, on the other hand, only had a year under my belt so it wouldn’t be as dramatic if I had to start all over. Seeing them in this predicament even after so many years of teaching, it made me realize that I didn’t want to be in their shoes…miserable and several years into their career and having to choose between money and happiness. It was then I decided that pink slip or not, I was going to apply for some jobs in the county that had been recently posted. I knew if I didn’t get pink slipped and I didn’t get the new jobs, I could still return to my current job. However, if I got pink slipped, I knew that would be a sign that this school/job was just not meant to be.
Last week, I got that sign in the form of a meeting with the principal and a letter stating that they were not renewing my contract, otherwise known as the pink slip. I knew it was coming, and in a way, I’m really glad I prepared myself to get one because I’m not sure how I would have handled it with no warning. Even though I was prepared and I did not cry in the meeting with the principal, I teared up a little as I went back to my room. Not really about the pink slip or even having to leave my job, but hearing some one tell you you are not good at what you have spent your whole life preparing for, really hurts. These tears were, however, minimal compared to what I had shed over the course of the year and even a few days later, I have not been as upset as people expected me to be. Yes, there have been a few moments where I would tear up, but there have also been moments of excitement of beginning something new and getting a fresh start. I tend to tell people it feels a lot like getting out of a bad relationship…you may feel some sadness that it’s over, but you also feel some relief that you no longer have to deal with it.
Although this year was horrible on many accounts, I can’t say that I regret it. Do I regret parts of it, of course. Yes, I hate that my first job didn’t work out and that people at my school didn’t get to see all my wonderful things I learned and could contribute to the school. Yes, I could have done things differently, but I learned a lot. I got to see how a school gets built (and I mean internally, not structurally). I now have a better appreciation for established policies and procedures and veteran administrators. I’ve dealt with behaviors I never thought I would encounter and I learned to be extremely independent and do things with little to no support. I have also developed tougher skin and realized that no matter how well you treat other people, sometimes they will do anything to bring you down, including stabbing you in the back. Although this job has caused me a great deal of stress and tears, it has made me a better teacher and person.
So, as this door closes, I’m hopeful that there is another door just waiting to be opened.