I am a teacher. Each autumn, I get excited about new school supplies, squeaky-clean classrooms, and the prospect of seeing how much my kids have grown. I get pumped for the first days of quality professional development, and love planning what my kids will learn during the school year. I am called to be a teacher, and the classroom is my home.
This year is a little different. For the first time in 30+ years, I won’t be in the classroom this fall. Yesterday, I had the agonizing task of passing my materials and expertise to my replacement. I am fortunate to have the opportunity to say goodbye to many of my incredibly supportive colleagues, and to ensure my successor’s transition will be smooth. I am very happy to report my replacement is an amazing teacher who will be great for our kids. However deep down inside, selfish me is heartbroken. I want to be the teacher who works with them for one more year.
Many people have asked what I plan on doing when we return to the States. My honest answer is “I don’t know.” While I would love to find a new school home, I know that I won’t get back to work immediately due to the timing of our move. I know before I am able to be a good teacher, I need to find our family a new home, see family and friends, and find a position that will be a best fit for me and my future kids. I may not find my new home immediately, but I do have faith that I will be called to my new school when the time is right.
In the meantime I’ll pack some boxes, binge watch Netflix, and enjoy my last days in Shanghai. I wish my kids all over the world a happy and productive school year! I miss y’all!!!