Monday, April 4, 2011

# 200 Baby

1. As of this weekend, the front flowerbed is officially full of brand new baby flowers. I can't wait to watch them grow into one massive flower chunk! I am a little sad that the yearly planting is now complete though. What am I going to do on the weekends now? I know what you might be thinking... and no, I'm not going to finish painting the house. The nine month hiatus is still going strong.

2. My principal called me into his office last week and (after a minor heart attack) let me know that my job is "currently secure unless something changes." Yes... currently. I wasn't sure if I should be happy that I survived the 2nd round of cuts or terrified by his choice of words. A few probationary teachers at my school have already been told that their contracts will not be renewed. Some of them have been here longer than I have which makes me wonder why I (as well as some other first year teachers) have been given the opportunity to stay around and they haven't. I'm sure those teachers are wondering the same thing.

3. I am still so thankful that my principal saw potential in me even though I was a dreaded 1st year teacher. He hired me along with six other first year teachers at the beginning of this year. After a dozen interviews following graduation where I was told that I was a great candidate but they were ultimately going to hire someone "with more experience," I started to feel like I would never get a chance to be a teacher. It's frustrating when no one will even give you a chance just because you're young.

4. Only seven more Mondays. Seven Mondays more.

5. Is it contradictory to talk about how thankful you are for your job and then follow it up with a countdown to summer?

6. This is my 200th blog post. I can't decide if that's a good number or a bad number considering that I've had this blog for around 400 days. Glass half empty: There are 365 days in a year. I posted less than 200 times in one year. Failure. Glass half full: 200 / 400. That boils down to 1 post every 2 days. Winner winner chicken dinner.

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