For nearly 10 years, I woke up before nature even deemed it reasonable. I fumbled through the darkness to find the most professional outfit I could muster. I rushed into school to make my limited copies and organize the bursting at the seams classroom. Papers were hole punched. Caps secured on markers. Pencils sharpened.
Creativity was constantly at war with administration. It was an endless battle I could never win. Grade after grade, school after school. Things had to be done a certain way.
I knew exactly where my objectives needed to be posted in my classroom. I knew how to format the word documents my life revolved around: my 35 lesson plans for the week. I knew the hour they were due, with 6:00 on Sunday evenings constantly looming over each moment of the weekend. The micromanaging list is long and someday when I'm done with my PTSD therapy, perhaps I'll be brave enough to recount those stresses.
Last year I quit. Not because of the kids. It was never because of the kids. I love them.
It was because of the micromanaging. It's been a year without the micromanaging. A year without a manager. I'm my own boss. I don't have to wake up early. I don't have to dress professionally (or even get dressed at all- except my unmentionables!) I don't have to decorate my classroom a certain way or assess child learning a certain way.
I also have no idea what I'm doing. I have no idea how to be a business owner.... how to network... how to use social media... how to advertise effectively. So, at the suggestion of others, I'm going to blog about this crazy career change, the blunders and beautiful moments, the lessons learned through trial and error and the ideas for the future. I'm also going to share the wonderful things about this new career. The history I'm learning. The kids I'm meeting. The moments that make this so special (and at times terrifying).
To be continued!