I spent yesterday afternoon visiting my new school.
I’m not sure if I’ll be teaching first or second grade but was assured by my new principal that it’s one or the other. I’m replacing a second grade teacher who is moving into a position out of the classroom, and will slip into her room relatively unnoticed. (Well, kind of.)
I signed into the office when I arrived and found my way to the busy faculty lunchroom. I was greeted enthusiastically by many teachers that I knew; and was welcomed in the same manner by those I did not. I was genuinely excited as I chatted with one person after another - swapping funny stories and smiling throughout. My heart and mind began wrapping themselves with the energy and excitement that I could feel throughout the room.
I toured the primary hallway, meeting teachers, paraprofessionals, and other important members of this school community; and each were warm, welcoming, pleasant and encouraging. I had a very good feeling about all that was to come.
I finally made my way back to the office, searching for my new principal. I knew her well, having taught with her years before. I remembered her smiling face as she spent her year of student teaching in our building! We taught several evening classes at the university together, and have always had a great deal of respect for each other. (I felt truly grateful when I realized that she was the person who grabbed my name off the table during that particular principal’s meeting last week.)
She smiled as she saw me standing in the doorway, and quickly walked over for a hug.
“Welcome! Vodka, we are so lucky to have you join our staff! I can’t tell you how excited I am.” She said as we hugged.
I took a seat at the table and she asked me if I wanted to talk about the events that resulted in my “relocation” package.
I shared facts, and kept it free of any anger or resentment. I simply couldn’t be bothered to waste time on those emotions, and just wanted her to know this teacher’s experience. When I finished, I put my hands together on the table and said, “Jane, I do know this…God wants me here. I know that there is someone here who needs me, and I can’t wait to find out who it is.”
She looked at me and reached across the table to grab my hand.
“Vodka. It’s me. I’m the one that needs you here. I’m the one.”
As the tears pooled in my eyes I reached for those tissues that she had conveniently sitting in the middle of the table. “Oh, Jane…”
“I’ve always known you’re an angel, and I am the one who is so lucky that you are joining our team.”
Let the wild rumpus begin….