So it’s done.
I walked out of Spencerport on Friday (no one told me that Thursday could have been my last day) and I was a total mess. I cried most of the way to my car. It wasn’t so much about missing my kids, or the class. I think it was more to do with where I was in December of ’07 and how far I have come. I didn’t think back then that I would have come this far, this fast and be one step away from doing with my life all the things I have hoped I could and would.
So I am done with the teaching peace, now comes the “find a job” piece, and all the complications that go along with it.
One nice thing is that I am back at my job that has me at my desk a lot more, which means more time for writing.
What has been on my mind, kind of floating around back there is the Mess in the Gulf
I have pleanty to say about this, but I think I have been avoiding talking or writing about it because part of me hopes it is some type of bad dream that will just go away if I ignore it.
anyways, welcome back me.