Two years ago on a grey, stormy in-service day at South Mountain Middle School in Allentown Pa, two teachers sat in a classroom and talked about their passions. One said they wanted to write childrens books, another said they loved designing curriculum and training teachers. When they left school that day they had formulated a plan to write together. They had no support, and no promise that it would amount to anything. They spent many nights in the basement toiling away, correcting words, searching for misconceptions, thinking through every possible scenario. They perfected their system through blood sweat and tears, all the while their belief that what they were creating was good carried them through.
A few thoughts have been rattling around in my brain and I thought I'd dump them out here before they get too mixed up.
While I have no idea where I will be in 5 years, I know what I love. I love teaching, I love the outdoors, I love kids, and I thrive where I can be creative. I also love not being told what to do, but that's another story.