In 2004, I started out this dream of mine to become a teacher. Not a day care teacher, like I had already accomplished....but a real, state-certified teacher. In 2004, the light at the end of the tunnel was basically non-existent. Today, I am wearing my shades.
Today, I walked onto campus with tears running down my cheeks. I knew that this last meeting would be my last time on campus before I go to get my cap and gown. And we celebrated the end of the student teaching semester with a wonderful dinner and ceremony. I am so proud of myself.
It doesn't happen often that I can honestly feel such pride in myself. But I felt it tonight.
I felt it even more because I was the only student teacher in that room with a job.
Despite the terrible outlook on teaching jobs in today's market, I have a job.
My cooperating teacher is leaving on December 16 for her maternity leave and I have been hired as a contracted teacher--not just a sub--to take on her classroom until the end of the year. This means a salary. And full benefits. And a real job. And a good salary. A very good salary. About 13K more than I ever dreamed of starting at.
Yes, I am so very proud.
So I come to this blog as a third grade teacher.
Dang, that feels good. It feels good to know that I was interviewed and selected for a job that 250 other teaching candidates applied for. They chose me. They love what I do. All of my hard work, my dedication, my heart and soul that has been poured into this career choice....it paid off.
And the best part? I get to come back to my blogging!