Dear Rogues,
I have been holding some big news pretty close to my chest for the last several weeks. I didn't want to prematurely tell you all something that might not come to pass--didn't want to rial up everyone for no reason. But I have every assurance that the following is true: I am not returning to Edison in the fall.
It grieves me to have to
write this, but I couldn't bear springing this on you all in person. I know my emotions would not hold up--and, perhaps, yours neither. I love you all very much.
My decision to leave Edison was one that I agonized over. I began wondering if I needed a change during my recovery back in Jan/Feb. I thought that maybe my job was just too BIG, too stressful, too much. This sort of dawned on me while I was trying to orchestrate--from my hospital bed--how to keep my classes going (and most of you know how crappily that went in spite of my efforts). Then there was AcaBowl. There were freshmen parents. Most importantly, there was you--but you guys took care of yourselves pretty well, and this was huge relief.
A position opened up at StreetSchool in July. There are just 8 teachers there--only 2 English. I looked at the opening as a cosmic sign that it was time for me to move on to a different mission in a different setting. The school is located a 5-minute bike ride from my house. I was interviewed and offered the position the same day; I have been waiting on my transfer paperwork to be completed (it should be finished now, as I type) before notifying you all.
I am thrilled about this job, but I am sad about leaving you. I'm not sad about leaving Edison. It has been a great ride--no regrets. When a teacher friend of mine--actually MY senior English teacher--asked me what I will miss I paused and said, "...my kids." And I know that all hearts mend in time, so to any (of you or others) who feel betrayed, I trust that those feelings will ease.
As far as Rogue goes, I will carry it through with you for this school year, meeting every Friday as always. I feel good about that; I hope your parents will be OK with it, too. Friday we can talk about the details of the publication, etc.
(substitute abrupt ending for clever analogy here)
Heart12,
Easter