I didn’t have my own classroom at my previous brick and mortar teaching job. I hated every second of the traveling, mostly because I had cankles and could barely see my feet over my pregnant belly, but also because I don’t like to share. One of my colleagues actually counted his pencils after I had a class in his room, and would come looking for me at the end of the day if any were missing.
I’m not kidding.
Also, do you know how much a pregnant woman sweats and pees? I was either late to every class thanks to a MUST GO NOW restroom break, or drenched in my own sweat by the time I did arrive.
While my plan was not have the baby and never return, that’s basically what I did. Still feel kinda guilty because I was thisclose to finishing that Advanced Placement Literature and Composition curriculum I’d been writing, but not so guilty that I didn’t extend my maternity leave then eventually throw my deuces up. Peace out, traditional school and the crazy pencil counting mofo’s in it!
Almost eight years later, and I’m a full-time, salaried work-from-home-Mom. I count my blessings every day to do what I do, but I’d be lying if I said I don’t miss certain things about face-to-face teaching. I’m reminiscing in my latest We Are Teachers post and I’d love for you to click on over and read it. If you don’t, I’ll steal your pencil.