I have always loved the word hope. (If that's your name...lucky you!) But lately I've been wondering how much you can and should rely on hope. I'm not saying anyone who hopes does so in vain; rather, I'm questioning in which situations you are to hope and when you are to take action. I vacillate (thank God for spell-check on blogspot!) between accepting that "things will work out the way they are meant to" and believing that "if it is to be, it's up to me."
So now it's a few months later and I'm reflecting on this profound albeit brief post. I won't say it's been a rough couple of months, but I have definitely had to be introspective about life's twisting and turning pathways when it comes to my career. This may come as a shock to you, but as a teacher, you don't make that much money. That being said, there is pretty much nothing else I'd like to fill my days with, so I constantly try to evaluate and reassess the career choices I make. I want to make sure that while I'm doing something I love, it's also practical and not self-serving (not that teaching is self-serving, just that there are many things one could justify as "something I love" that shouldn't be pursued as a career).
Teaching at a charter school has been rewarding and felt very authentic, but the pay is still sub-par what I would make at a public school. I have gone on several interviews and gotten called back for second interviews, but it's tough (hello understatement) every time I get the call that they went in a different direction. I have become good at not taking it personally but still wonder where the road will take me--and where this will all end.
Until last Monday! I received a call from a principal in Edina saying that they were excited to bring me on to their team as a 5th grade teacher.
