Really going to miss them

It was just about 7 months ago toady that I saw a post on Craigslist looking for a part time history teacher. I was intrigued. I spiffied up a resume I had not used in over 7 years. I emailed it to them and didn't tell a soul. Not Erich. Not my mom. Nobody.

And a few hours later, I received an email back asking me to come in for an interview. And I did. But I promised myself that unless the pay was perfect and the hours were perfect that I wouldn't consider the job. And both were pretty close to perfect. . . at least for a job in education. And they wanted me to come back again. And so I did. And then they offered me a job.

So I thought and thought about it. I really didn't want to go back to work(but who really does.) And I was scared about teaching at a religious school when I was of a different faith. And I didn't know if I could ever love another school like I did my last one because some of my closest friends taught at the other school. And this was a high school not a junior high. And I would be teaching classes that I hadn't taught before.

And as I talked to one of my friends about it, I told her I thought I would take it. I told her I could handle 10 hours a week even if I hated the girls. And she told me to consider the idea that I might like the job. Maybe even love the job. And I laughed at her. (She obviously is more optimistic than I.)

But I went a ahead and took the job.

And now I sit here and watch these 11 girls take their finals. And I am really glad that I accepted the job. I have learned so much from them. (I always learn from my students but I have learned lots of different things from these kids.) And I really do love these girls.