So at the end of the last school year I quit my job. I was working as a Severe Disabilities Aide in the school I attended growing up. I loved my job. I loved the people. And I truely cared about the students. So I decided when I quit I would work as a substitute aide when I was able to.
Tomorrow I picked up a full day shift and am excited to see people. This was the first week of my fall semester and I already have plenty of homework and studying to keep me busy (16 units). Even though I am exhausted and could use the sleep, I would rather go to work.
I work for a small school district, in a tiny town my family has lived in since about 1925. My dad worked as a teacher for the district for 33 years. He retired a few years ago, but recently hit the age where he will no longer be covered by the schools health care plan. He had to sign the paperwork to terminate his last relationship with a school district he has been a part of since the age of 5. A 60 year relationship and stability. When he told me what he realized and about his own stunned reaction I became emotional and cried. Silently, thankfully because I don't show my emotions much and I didn't want to upset my dad. It is a death of a relationship and in my family we have had enough death, but that is a story for another time.
It's so funny where my thoughts ended up for this post, it is not what I intended. But it is honest and real.
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