I truly didn't realize that my last post was from the first days of school. This past several weeks has been a complete whirlwind.
My classes are amazing. I was a little worried about getting to teach an honors-level course, but it's so incredibly fun. I have Pre AP Literature, which is essentially honors English III. These kids are amazing and never cease to amaze me with their risk-taking in the classroom.
My sophomore classes are just as outstanding. First block I have a regular English II class, with a very diverse group of students and range of abilities. Then, fourth block, I have a class within a class (CWC because education might love its acronyms more than state government and healthcare). I get to co-teach this class with an amazing special services teacher. We work incredibly well together and are both enjoying the class.
In addition to teaching, I get to mentor one of our new teachers, I'm helping lead professional development sessions whenever I get the chance, and I've volunteered to help with our new teacher induction program. Some days, I get a bit overwhelmed with everything on my plate and wonder why I've said yes to or asked to help with so many things...then I remember that I want to help cultivate a positive culture around our school. That keeps me going from the work side. I need to get better at balancing everything on the home front. Some days, I'm so tired when I get home from being "on" from 7:00-4:00, I just want to crash. I need to get my camera back out along with my notebook and paints. I need to find a creative outlet to balance things out.
Gab's transition to public school has been incredible. She's settled in. She tried out for and earned a small part in the fall play with Drama Club. It's going to keep her busy, but she's also going to make some great friends. Additionally, she learned on Friday, she's been accepted into the Student Council for Thomas Jefferson. For a child who five years ago was too shy to speak to people she didn't really know, these are huge steps. She's still a child, but I'm so thankful we've never truly treated her like our sweet, precious baby/princess. From a young age, Mitch and I agreed: if it won't be cute when she's sixteen, it's not cute at any age. We are trying to raise a human to become a well-adjusted adult. She's always going to be my "baby girl"; however, I love getting to watch this girl transition into young adulthood. She's a keeper.
Mitch has been a rockstar as the glue keeping me together. He puts up with my moodiness, and checks my attitude when necessary. He's so incredibly supportive, while reminding me that sometimes I take on too much. Our personalities are similar in some ways but so very different in others. I guess that's why it works. You know, that whole checks and balances thing? His job is still going well. It's not his passion, but he's able to compartmentalize better than I can. He lives for his time at the gym like I live for teaching my students. It's been incredible to see the devotion he's made to living a much healthier life than he was several years ago. Plus, he's much happier and easier to be around--I'm not saying anything he hasn't said himself.
It has been an incredibly busy several weeks, with no signs of slowing down. The funny thing is, aside from still getting migraines, I wouldn't change a thing.