To say that the month straddling the end of May and the
beginning of June was intense, would be a total and complete
understatement. It was jam-packed
with travel, apartment searching, apartment finding, packing boxes, anxiety
over living alone, excitement about total independence, weddings, presenting on
a panel, moving, relying on friends, trusting other people, being relied on,
graduation of my first group of Kindergartners, dinners and parties and out-of-town
guests…the list goes on and on and on…I stop here mainly not to bore you and
mostly not to talk myself into a flurry of anxious feelings.
I sat in an interview for a middle school science
candidate. I tuned in and out of
her answers while to-do lists danced around in my head. I just want to go home, I thought. I just need to get out of here, if even
just for a little bit. That was
May 29. It was sandwiched between
a flight back from San Francisco the day before and a 6am train to DC the day
after. My eyes were blurry and I
barely knew what I was wearing that day.
The interviewee continued talking about ecology and classroom management
and right there, in the midst of her trying to convince us that 3 months of
student teaching has qualified her as the perfect candidate for our school, I
made a big decision: I was getting
out of here on a one-way ticket. I
knew that if I booked a ticket out of NYC very soon after school let out, it
would force me to finish everything in high intensity while at the same time
allowing me to re-claim a well-deserved summer.
And so I did.
Today is June 27th, 5 days after school was let
out for the summer of 2012, and I have left on my journey…my “summer of one-way
tickets”. It’s a journey whose
details are vague and limitedly sketched.
But one that already has inspired hope in my gut and spreads a smile
across my face.
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