three ten pm
Oh my, oh my…
I just got back from lunch on our professional development day. We spent the morning in a mock classroom learning how to implement the Seven Strategies of Learning. It was a good use of time and I enjoyed the change of pace. I like spending time with colleagues outside of our school walls.
Spirits are generally high on a Friday around school, especially on a no school “work time” afternoon.
The vibe today is different.
The vibe today is tense.
As good as I am at living in denial and procrastinating sometimes unpleasant things…3:10pm cannot come soon enough.
I would love to say I am completely confident about how my five minute meeting will unfold with my building principal and my assistant principal – but I cannot. I can say I am confident in who I am and what I offer our students, school, and staff. I know art is a priority for the people here. However, the people here don’t have the power to keep everyone.
Living in limbo is really hard.
I usually brush these “doom and gloom” times aside knowing full well that there is nothing in my power I can do to change the outcome.
I have approximately 100 minutes that I should be using to work on a supply order. Thank the lord I still have money in my budget left to spend but oh lord thinking about searching through catalogs and entering in quantities of crimson red construction packs we need is practically making my brain explode.
So, here I am just typing myself a note to say, despite the outcome of my five minute assignment review meeting at 3:10, things will be okay. I am a good art teacher. My work here has not been in vain. I have great things to offer. My principal and AP want me to be here and maybe I can stay. However, if my time here is up then there is something even better. The future is precarious and flimsy and even a secret.
Here’s to 85 more minutes of living in the present.
Hearing Semisonic’s Closing Time on the radio at 2:55 pm is either ironic or just mean. Time will tell.
3:10 – go time. I sat down at the table and they asked me how I was doing. The only response I could come up with was a worried, “fine.” Deep breath. And then they told me that I am renewed for full-time art teacher next year. Big relief! Big sigh. Big happiness.
When I left the office and joined the rest of my Specials teams, there was much cheering and overall joy. We all got renewed.
It was a tough day though as two other collegues were not renewed due to budget cuts. I really hate that.
In the end, we all celebrated together with the other staff members. We bonded and I am so thankful to have a good place to put down roots for next year.
Looks like I will be doing a lot more of these things in the future.