Even though I'm only teaching one-tenth of it, I've gotten to experience several pretty big occasions of this school year. Not only have I administered two end-of-year assessments, but I will also be there for the Reading SOL next week. Today, I attended the Spring Music Concert and dealt with the wacky schedule that comes with it, and this week is Teacher Appreciation Week.
I didn't expect much appreciation after only 2 1/2 weeks, so I was pleasantly surprised when one of the kids presented me with a bag of chocolates and a thank-you note. I was also touched when a former student brought me a handmade wooden plaque of appreciation from Tech Ed. My colleagues made sure I got some breakfast from the PTA, too.
But today, when they gave out the matching staff t-shirts and I didn't have one to wear, it really hit home that I don't entirely belong there anymore. As one of the few adults dressed differently, I felt a little sad and left out, especially in the assembly. I had worn a t-shirt from last year to show the sixth graders what they could expect to receive at the end-of-the-year activity, and that one bright yellow shirt in a sea of black only made it worse.
Oh, I'll survive. Today on our way to the car, I asked Heidi if she minded if we stopped at the grocery store on the way home. "I know you're busy and tired," I apologized.
"Don't worry," she reassured me. "You'll be retired again soon."
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