I entered the 2016/2017 school year understanding this was to be a short, one year position. I wasn't going to be too attached to things in the classroom; after all, who knows where I'd be next year.
It happened during French class, the principal opened the door and in French, proceeded to congratulate me about a continuing contract in his school. I didn't believe it at first; I thought I heard him wrong and may have assumed he offered me a continuing contract. I began to panic; internally of course, after all I was still teaching the kids how to say "I want to travel" in French. I raced into his office the second I could and asked for clarification. "Nope," He smiled, "you're staying. Whooo!" I couldn't help it but say "whoo!" as well.
Alas, I couldn't tell my students, much less anyone in my school community until the end of the year. When the time was right, I told my class my good news. They yelled so loudly, the principal came in, and he joined in on the fun.
A continuing contract: this changes things. Like the many great teachers in our school, my name will be there for hundreds of present and future kids to interact with. It's kind of scary; I'm just a new-ish teacher, with some experience under her belt and a few more grey hairs on her head. Yes, the first year opened my eyes to a great many things; but it also taught me things I never thought I could do.
Last year, I was standing there at the edge of the metaphorical cliff; in September, I jumped. The entire school year has been the adrenaline-filled fall into the waters of summer. Now I'm going back up to that cliff and taking another plunge into the next fun-filled school year. Whoooo!
It happened during French class, the principal opened the door and in French, proceeded to congratulate me about a continuing contract in his school. I didn't believe it at first; I thought I heard him wrong and may have assumed he offered me a continuing contract. I began to panic; internally of course, after all I was still teaching the kids how to say "I want to travel" in French. I raced into his office the second I could and asked for clarification. "Nope," He smiled, "you're staying. Whooo!" I couldn't help it but say "whoo!" as well.
Alas, I couldn't tell my students, much less anyone in my school community until the end of the year. When the time was right, I told my class my good news. They yelled so loudly, the principal came in, and he joined in on the fun.
A continuing contract: this changes things. Like the many great teachers in our school, my name will be there for hundreds of present and future kids to interact with. It's kind of scary; I'm just a new-ish teacher, with some experience under her belt and a few more grey hairs on her head. Yes, the first year opened my eyes to a great many things; but it also taught me things I never thought I could do.
Last year, I was standing there at the edge of the metaphorical cliff; in September, I jumped. The entire school year has been the adrenaline-filled fall into the waters of summer. Now I'm going back up to that cliff and taking another plunge into the next fun-filled school year. Whoooo!