I took a hiatus from blogging because I felt like it was becoming a slightly toxic part of my relationship with this incredible, full-speed-ahead and TIRING profession. I felt like writing was a chore, which isn’t the way I wanted it to be. The springtime is always difficult, and I’ve been vigilant about not becoming burnt-out with regards to my job and the things that help me get the most out of it.
As some of you know, my husband and I are relocating to Denver, Colorado because he is finishing medical school. He will be kicking butt and taking names on the wards at Colorado University-affiliated hospitals. We are both immensely excited but sad to be leaving Cincinnati and Ohio in general. To the mountains we will go!
Knowing that I will not be around next school year brings me a weird little melange of emotions. I’m heartbroken. Excited. Fearful. Calm. And at times, a smidge depressed.
My cooperating teacher during student teaching told me that “the kids you have your first year of teaching will always be the ones you remember the most.” I can already feel myself writing certain moments on my brain. I cannot believe two years are almost over. While I am still getting my bearings on teaching, I have graduated from ‘no’ experience to ‘some’ experience. I have unit plans logged away, ready to be re-accessed whenever I need them instead of staying up to the crack of dawn just to finish them.
I will be taking it all in during these next month, just enjoying being with the kids and working the most cohesive and awesome staff I’ve ever seen.
Oh, and if you hear of any jobs in the Denver, CO area, let me know.