As many of you know, I am a teacher. Let me explain…I am a certified teacher, it’s who I am. However, when the going got tough (a.k.a no teaching jobs available) I had to do what many certified teachers do – I got a different job. I mean I was 27, in debt way over my head and I knew that while teaching was something I loved, I had to do something that would be fulfilling – and supply teaching every now and then wasn’t going to be it.
So I stuck with the City of Toronto, kept my seniority and applied for full-time jobs. I was granted a full-time Support Assistant job with Employment and Social Services which led me to apply for a case-worker position. I have no regrets. Trust me, if you had asked me four years ago if I would regret leaving the teaching field for a City job, I was sure the answer would be yes, but this job has led me to Employment Services and teaching adults and older youth to find sustainable employment and I have had a lot of success. I have met some amazing people – both residents and co-workers and I am happy.
However, teaching children is still in my heart. It’s still what makes me smile. Last night I was emptying boxes and I came across three teaching boxes. These boxes were filled with books, supplies, lesson plans…the whole nine-yards. It made me a bit sad, a bit nostalgic I guess I could say.
However, I keep my OCT certification up to date, I pay my fee’s, read my teaching magazine and have a lot of teaching friends. So one-day, maybe, I can do some upgrading and make my original dreams come true. I don’t rule anything out. Right now with the way the Provincial government is treating our teachers, I am glad I don’t have to deal with that headache. It’s bad enough having the city trash the work you do, but the PROVINCE?? No thank you!
My youngest niece begins grade 7 today and my oldest niece enters high school! I cannot believe it’s been two full months since their graduations from 6th and 8th grade! I wish them both the best of luck, entering new schools with strange teachers and peers is tough – I hope they can survive the first day of school with the charm and wit I know they both have! My nephjew enters 11th grade! Meaning two more years of high school and he is done! WOW…time freaking flys and I just want to throw them all back to childhood and hug and snuggle them forever!