Oops I think I did it again...(it's Britney, Bitch)

Originally written 1/8/16


I quit my job again.

It was a really tough decision.
Dr. G suggested that while he couldn't guarantee removing things from my plate would result in a live birth, he said it definitely wouldn't hurt. It could be one more check off the list of things tried.

I thought about how much fun I was having at the regular school and while the work was a lot, it was mostly the result of increased volume. I'm a seasoned teacher, just not used to 110 students. I thought about the friends I was making and how cool everyone was and how I wanted to eventually VIP that mother up...
haha maybe...probably not.
But that's it...I realized at the regular school how many great teachers I was surrounded by and how I wanted to be as good as they were. I wasn't resting on any laurels (not even my VIP status at my former school) and wanted to rise to their level. I was challenged again. The feeling of accomplishing and establishing amazing student rapport was energizing.

I was tortured with making a decision about what I was going to do. How would I tell people? I didn't want anyone to think I couldn't hack it, because I can! I didn't want administration thinking I was some spoiled Millennial always searching for the greener side. Did I mention I was chosen my old school's VIP one year?

Cue thought provoking montage background music:




V and I finally decided that I would quit at semester...and then I changed my mind and thought I could keep working...and then I changed my mind back to quit at semester...and then keep working...and finally that I would quit at semester.

I've been out 4 days since the students have returned to school. It has been hard for them I know, but equally hard for me. I'm badgering my replacement with emails and texts of things I forgot to tell her. She's great and is so courageous for coming in at semester. She also wants me to leave her alone and let her do her job.





I'm definitely nervous to face this year as I adjust to yet another role change, but at the age of 29* you have to eventually make decisions, confident that things will work out the way they're supposed to.




What doesn't kill you makes you stronger...
(I think that's Kelly Clarkson...)