I lost my job last spring on my last year towards tenure. I was so close to tenure. Because I lost my job, the district didn’t reimburse me for the final $5,000 of my last two classes in my master’s degree. I had to take out a loan for that $5,000. I then took a $25,000 pay cut for my new job. Today, I found out that the colleague who had taken my job resigned a week into the school year. A week. I lost my job for somebody who gave it up.
I’ve been salty about that, and I still am. I am SO grateful to be here in my new home, in my new state, and I love it here. But I’m still rightfully upset about what led me here. So they let me go and now ironically they are out a Spanish teacher for that exact same position. Huh. But no, I won’t be applying for that job this spring. I’m on to much greater things.
I have a lot of thoughts about my current job and successes here. I’ll post an update on all that oh so soon because I’m feeling joy and love and I’m so grateful for that.
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