just when I thought I was out...

they pull me back in...

Lately I've been feeling unfulfilled as a teacher. I mean, this isn't my life's purpose--at least this teaching job at this school isn't. But, as I asked my therapist: what does it feel like to be fulfilled?

This morning while driving to school I was thinking about what other jobs I could do with this degree and my experience. I was fantasizing through the annoying haze of carnation deliveries. During first period, an office aide came to the door and said she wanted to deliver some flowers to me. "For me?" incredulity tinged my voice. They were for me.

There are three students who hang out in my room during my planning period--I've rescued them from Study Hell (as I fondly refer to it) and allow them to come study and hang in my room. Well, those little dickens sent me a bouquet of lilies!

Previously when I've felt this crisis of career, I was awarded the Golden Apple. The Golden Apple is an award from a local merchant based on nominations by students. It is the only award I am aware of that the teacher does not have to petition for. This is completely driven by the students. My commercial for the merchant was during my TV hiatus (no coincidence there).

So, yeah, I know it's the fates telling me to stay still and appreciate where I am. But the Godfather III quote comes to mind often.

pictures will be forthcoming