Off to Neverland
How completely surreal it is to see my reflection in such a familiar place, but it look so out of place. It has been 12 years since my senior year of high school. I see the version of myself that I have learned to be the most comfortable with glancing back from the same window where I used to over analize my whole small world. The place transforms my perception and I am surprised to see me staring back with my face that is begining to wrinkle, smudged into an attempt at youth; my hair that has grown brittle, streaked with highlights to hide the begining of silver. Most of all I am shocked by my confidence. In many ways I am as much a confused kid now at 30 as I was then at 18. But somewhere along the way I have become sure enough of myself to stand tall in these halls as an adult.
I don't know where my life is taking me. I still have not decided if full time teaching is for me. I have been encouraged to test for paraprofessional, work full time in special ed. If i knew it would mean an inclusion position or being paired with a kid like Jack, the boy I have become so attatched to at Jonesville, I'd dive in head first. But Jack will grow up, and jobs in the school system are uncertain at best. Kids will change year after year or at least eventually. Just like I had no Peter Pan, neither will the kids I work with today.
I don't know where my life is taking me. I still have not decided if full time teaching is for me. I have been encouraged to test for paraprofessional, work full time in special ed. If i knew it would mean an inclusion position or being paired with a kid like Jack, the boy I have become so attatched to at Jonesville, I'd dive in head first. But Jack will grow up, and jobs in the school system are uncertain at best. Kids will change year after year or at least eventually. Just like I had no Peter Pan, neither will the kids I work with today.