I have taught for 15 years and loved, almost, every minute
of it. Three years ago I got my
administrative credential, but a sage colleague asked me, “Are you really sure
you’re ready to leave the classroom?” And at that point, I could not answer
yes, but thought I needed a change, so I moved to an alternative high school in
Wasilla. Although I enjoyed my year
there, I didn’t feel it was quite the right setting, so went back to the middle
school where I’d been for seven years. I
was poising myself to take the assistant principal’s position should it open
up, which I thought it might in the next couple of years. Well, this spring the position opened sooner
than I’d expected, and I realized two things: One, I was now definitely ready
to leave the classroom and take on greater responsibilities; and two, that was
NOT the position I wanted. I’d been at
that school too long, and knew everyone too well to then step into a
supervisory role. My best friend was now
in Bethel, and sort of jokingly stated, “Why don’t you apply out here?” I did a little research, put in my
application, and the rest, as they say - - - brings us to now.
The preparation for village life proved a little more
involved than I had first thought. I
looked at several other rural teachers’ blogs to learn how to pack in sturdy
Rubbermaid totes, drill holes in the tops and sides, and tie-wrap them
closed. My preliminary load to the post
office was nine 31-gallon totes and three boxes (dishes, pots and pans, a steam
mop). That should do it! Oh, wait, I
forgot this, and this, and … Second trip to post office with nine more totes
and a box of lamps. Okay, I’m done! Oh, wait - - - what about food???
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