catch-up

I haven't written for a while, but now it is summer and my whole world has changed.

On my 34th birthday, I resigned from my previous job as a Spanish teacher. I have taught Spanish for 13 years, as long as I was in the public school system as a child. It was time to move on. I am sad about the goodbyes (said and unsaid...I didn't know I was leaving on the last day of school!) and I know this move is necessary for me.I signed a contract to be a middle school "Gifted and Talented" teacher in my former district.
I am SO excited about the change. I will meet so many new people and have so much to think about, so much to create, so much to do.



Now it is summer, and a buffer zone between two worlds. I'm doing lots of curriculum work for different places (ESL for the county, Jewish history for a Sunday school, Gifted for my grad school practicum). It's a time for visiting with friends, gardening, reorganizing, reading, lollygagging, and traveling a bit. I went to California for a week, and I have a visit to Kansas ahead of me. Also, I'll be teaching at the Summer Institute for the Gifted again this summer, down in Princeton. This is a good time, and a time of change.

So............that's my excuse for not writing!

Comments

  1. NiccoleJuly 7, 2008 at 9:09 AM

    Wow. I was starting to wonder if you weren't going to write anymore. But, yay for big, necessary changes!

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  2. rbuchananJuly 11, 2008 at 7:57 PM

    It's exciting to open a new chapter in your life! I wish all the best for you, as always. And have fun in Kansas!

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