I think sometimes I can be a bit dramatic.
Yes, I know…shocking.
But I can’t help but feel like that’s sort of what I was being today, dramatic.
You know that whole anxious thing? The knots in my stomach?
Well, it was because I had to go back and face the school I was working in three months ago…to pick up the rest of my stuff.
When I first lost my teaching job, I went into the school that following weekend with Jay and my parents to clean out most of the stuff from my classroom. I even blogged about it…I just didn’t tell you exactly what I was doing.
But when I was cleaning out the room, I knew there were things that the kids were still using and I really didn’t want to disrupt them anymore than they were already going to be. So I decided to leave a handful of things there for the students…
Posters, calendars, and my magnet boards, to name a few.
****FYI: Parents & Teachers: If you go into the auto section at WalMart and look for oil drip pans, you can get them for probably $9-$10, and they are completely magnetic. They are GREAT for doing spelling, alphabet, and word work activities, and are also a great way to have students sign in/sign up for lunch each day.
But mainly, I had to pick up the rest of my books.
Over the years, I’ve accumulated a lot of books. Like, a.lot.of.books. You remember the Scholastic Book Orders from when you were in elementary school right? Well if you thought you loved them as a kid…they’re even better when you’re a teacher.
So I gathered my belongings, and even got to see my former students for the last five minutes of their day. I swear some of them grew a foot since I last saw them. And boy, I’ll tell ya, they do a really good job of making me feel like some sort of celebrity.
As soon as I saw them, all of my anxiousness immediately subsided, and I was put much more at ease. I knew it would happen this way; this is how I have reacted to things all my life. I build up the anticipation to the point where I make myself nauseous, and then once it happens, it’s no big deal.
I was able to talk with some of my former co-workers, which was nice, and I was also able to ask some of the questions that I’ve been wanting answered for three months now. Unfortunately, my answers were pretty craptastic, but I was at least able to get the things off of my chest that I wanted to. Hence, my overwhelming nerves.
Maybe one of these days I’ll get more into the details of the whole ordeal, but for now, I’m going to try my best to put it all behind me and continue to move forward. There’s no sense in dwelling on the past, and I know I’ve got big things in store for me. I can feel it.
Now only time will tell where I end up next.