What an emotional roller coaster of a week. Monday I was
ready to pack it all in. My stress and anxiety levels were at an all time high
and for a first time in a long time I doubted whether this would work. I never
entirely gave up hope though, I knew somewhere in the deep, dark recesses of my
stuffed head that there was going to be a way. There is always a way, I
couldn’t get this far and have it all far apart!
The head office of Education Queensland just finalized their
part in my immigration process which means the rest is entirely up to me. Once
I backfill the case they’ve started it becomes a matter of waiting for it to
finalize. I am so happy to just be starting on time, with all my favourite
people back at school. Hopefully
this is the end of all the immigration dramas and for all of you that have
supported me through it, thanks.
I haven’t been writing because all I want to write about are
the students school and how everyday, even the shitty ones, become sources of
inspiration for me. I haven’t found a way to do that without getting in
trouble. When I saw the future of my career, I imagined retelling the story of
Romeo and Juliet to a group of very disinterested grade 9s over and over again
but that obviously wasn’t what fate had stored for me. Instead it delivered a
very powerful blow in the form of a modest special school with only 75 students
and a staff with more heart than I have ever seen in my life. I have never been excited to
go to work. I have never in my life faced so many challenges and have never
looked forward to facing more. I wish I could go into detail about my
day-to-day adventures but it’ll just have to wait... maybe an anonymous blogger may spring up writing about a fictitious school somewhere in the Queensland bush. Who knows?
My job this year is taking 11 capable minds and steering
them through adolescence, which should be interesting, as I doubt very much I
have ever outgrown mine. They are facing a time in their life that is one of
the toughest, even without a disability and I feel for them but I don’t feel
sorry for them, even though sometimes I really want to. I can’t. I have seen them in action and
they don’t need pity they just need someone to believe in them and we do.
This year, these kids will change my life forever and I can
just hope that I can have a fraction of impact on them, as they will me! It’s
going to be exhausting, I am going to be grumpy at times but I won’t lose my
enthusiasm and I won’t deny these hard workers any opportunity they need to
build themselves a successful and happy life, that is a promise. First day back
tomorrow to organize the class. Here we go!
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