My life has changed tremendously since I set up this blog a year ago.
I changed jobs - from District-Wide Itinerant Teacher of Gifted for Polk County Schools - where I had a great deal of autonomy and set my own schedules and answered basically only to myself - to Teacher of Gifted at Jewett School of the Arts where I teach 4 classes of Critical Thinking Skills and 2 classes of what was supposed to be Journalism but which is actually ITV - or as I have called it and someone tattled on me, so what the h#ll, I'll post it here "The Dog and Pony Show".
I teach sixth, seventh and eighth grade students and they are absolutely the greatest people I have ever met. I love these kids. I love teaching and working with these individuals. Now, autonomy flew out the window, and I definitely have others to answer to - students as well as admins, if I decide I need to take the day off, I don't do it because someone will actually miss me and care that I am not around that day.
I'm not indispensable; I make a difference.
Even the Dog and Pony Show is tolerable because of the wonderful children I get to work with. They put the news shows together and do what the admin wants done. Now that the locks have been changed in the studio, the sabotage has stopped and the three months we lost are being regained. But I am rambling. I give it this dark nickname because I thought I was going to teach Journalism - with all the bounteous objectives the Florida Dept. of Ed has listed for journalism. Instead, I key in onto only one objective - that of using technology to further the story (TV News). Instead of instructing students in all the genres of Journalism and helping them become published in the areas of their natural talents, I key into the one genre: Broadcast Journalism.
Not to be stymied; my students from all of my classes are becoming published - either as guest authors for BellaOnline's veterans column or as blogsters. So, there.
So my career has taken a Road Trip this year. I have the map, but I'm still not sure where exactly this will lead me.
Jeremiah 29:11 still anchors me.