End of My First Year

  Last week marked the end of my first year of teaching. I started really wanting to go into the teaching profession as a way to use my major that I loved, history. I researched what programs to get into and chose and was accepted into Region XIII. It was a long and intense year even before I could apply. Then I applied to over 20 districts for nearly 60 positions and didn't even get a call. When August hit last year Marco was my rock to keep me positive and going. Two week before school started I got a call that I had an interview at the first school I had ever walked into to observe a teacher. It was my number one choice of district in a fantastic school. I couldn't even begin to go into how much I wanted this job. I went in and felt nervous and so unsure of how I did. Later I received a call that I had the job but they were waiting on a few things (cue more nerves). Thankfully I got the job and started in the next few weeks. I loved every second of it! I've never been more exhausted because of a job or worked longer hours or harder but I never had a day where I questioned my decision. Every day of this job there are students that make the day worth it. I was heartbroken to see some of them leave my class the last day but also so proud to know that they are moving on to the next grade of their education. Thank you to my friends and family that were there for me in the year before and during this year as well as my fellow cohorts. It has been an amazing couple of years and I can't wait for next year to get started (well I can wait a little bit lol).