Once upon a time there was a woman who was hired by a principal to be a fifth grade teacher. The woman was young(ish) and thrilled to have a job- even if it meant teaching children who were probably as tall as she was.
She worked happily for ten years in that building, until her principal asked for someone to move to second grade. With a new baby at home and two daughters at her school, this teacher volunteered to make the move to 2nd grade.
She worked happily there for three years, until said principal decided that she would make a great kindergarten teacher in the school’s new “all-day” kindergarten program. And while this fictitious teacher was hesitant (“I WILL NEVER DO IT!! NEVER, NEVER, NEVER!!”) she realized that the principal was, indeed, her boss-and that whatever he said was what she would have to do.
She worked happily there for ten years, until said principal decided that this particular teacher (who had been voted the poster-child for change) would be a great candidate for the extra TOP-TOP secret “teacher relocation” program, and wouldn’t be told where she was going or what she was teaching.
Sure, the main character of this fictitious story had many unique gifts- and one of them was her unique ability to get herself in trouble. It was never done intentionally, but it was certainly a talent. The fact that she was a pretty @!)#*good teacher never seemed to keep her out of hot water, and finally this particular faux pas was one that put her at odds with her boss. And frankly, this particular faux pas is the one that might have earned her that spot in the teacher relocation program.
Ms. LuckyMe was packing her room last Friday, when her boss came in to do the final “check-out”.
He looked at her and said, “I don’t want there to be any hard feelings…I know that you will be a great addition to Jones Elementary, and....”
The teacher cut him off, “Please, please. I just want you to know that I am in a very good place. You gave me a gift- and I have no time for anything but excitement. Thank you for doing FOR me, what I couldn’t do myself. It's all good.”
We made our way to the door, and I remembered that he was heading to Haiti that night for a special trip that involved opening a school there. I wished him well, and asked, “Is there a way for the school to follow what you are doing?”
He looked at me and said, “Um. Yeah. I, uh, well, I started a blog.”
“I’m sorry, WHAT did you say?” I said, in shock.
He looked at me. “Yep. I started a blog.”
It has come full circle; a full, shocking, incredible bloggy circle.
(Oh My Lord.)