Eclectic Waters

exciting stuff -

a year ago I was sitting in the small hole of a room I prepared to teach in each morning. I was crying. The stale coffee that Mr. Heilman, the teacher I shared one of my rooms with, prepared every morning filled the small space as I held the sobs inside and tried to concentrate on what I would teach that day. I am so thankful not to be in that space anymore.

Last year my birthday was the last day I taught, stepping down that afternoon, and a competent substitute teacher who had taught English for two years and quit because of the stress symptoms she was experiencing took over my class for the last 3 weeks of the semester.

So much has happened this year and I am thankful to have the job that I do, and the (mostly) sanity of mind I do

Here’s to what lies ahead and to new beginnings - each day, each year, this year.