ch ch changes…

The hubs and I seem to specialize in change.  We have moved 7 times and lived in 4 different cities in the 12 years that we have been married. We have changed jobs.  We have changed lifestyles.  The amount of hair (him) and size of clothes (me) has changed more than either us cares to admit.

This summer brings another change.

Stop right there…

I know what you are thinking…

I might cry if it were true…

NO!  We are not pregnant.

The newest change for me is that I am changing teaching positions.  I am transferring from the middle school back to the high school.

When we first moved to this small town, the only job I could find was teaching at risk algebra 1 at our high school.  I viewed as a foot in the door and would quickly be looking for a transfer back to where I was most comfortable… back to the middle school. 

The thing is, though, I loved teaching high school.  I decided I wouldn’t seek a transfer.  I wanted to stay put.

But my certification didn’t cover all that I was teaching so, after 1 year, I was moved.  It wasn’t my choice and I went back to the middle school level kicking and screaming.  Things were good great there.  I have worked with an amazing staff and made some great friends.  I have never felt more supported by a principal than I have in the last 2 years.  I became settled and at peace with being back at the middle school level.

But we have had a lot of changes and turn over in our high school math department in the last 2 years.  This year we had 4 openings for math teachers.  At the beginning of June, there was still one more spot left to fill.  That spot was the same one I had been in when I first came here…you know the one I loved.

Something kept gnawing at me.  So after a month of prayer, talking to people much wiser than me, and waiting for someone else to get hired I decided to express interest in the position.  

I cried when I told the middle school principal.  I had knots in my stomach when I talked to the superintendent.  I put my heart on paper and sent it to the high school principal.  

Before my transfer could go through, a replacement 8th grade teacher had to be hired.  That process went fairly quickly so I know I am doing the right thing. 

But changes (even the good ones) aren’t always easy.  I cried when I packed up my classroom last week.  I am nervous about unpacking and setting up a new classroom.  I am going to miss my teacher friends at the middle school.  Despite that though, I am going to embrace the change.

In the words of David Bowie… 

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, look out you rock ‘n’ rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon now you’re gonna get older
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can’t trace time

How do you feel about changes?

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  1. Karen

    You’ll do a great job at NHS! I wish you the best and I have always loved David Bowie!

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