Once I cracked open the door, there was no turning back.
I was in my fourth year as a school administrator, out of the classroom that I had so dearly cherished. Nearly four years removed and just a few more away from accepting the principalship upon the upcoming retirement of my friend and mentor. Yes, I enjoyed my job. I’m an optimist by nature, so the less-desirable aspects of managing a school hadn’t taken the toll as I naturally chose to focus on the positive. I enjoyed my staff. We had supportive parents. I was influencing kids – albeit in an indirect manner.
After detailed and soul-searching research, the choice was too obvious to pass up. Public perception? Doesn’t bother me. Smaller salary? I certainly didn’t get into education to become rich. The school? I’m not so important that I can’t be replaced, and I’ll be happy to help train a successor. But teaching kids again? OH YEAH! At the end of the day, there was no choice; it was always the students.
Now a few months back into this change of venues, I couldn’t be happier with my decision. I find immense personal satisfaction in my daily interactions with students. We’re learning. We’re working. We’re laughing. We’re succeeding. They’re speeding forth on their course of life to individual success – and now they’re taking me along for the ride.