#sol17 Day 1/31
March 1, 2017
This morning marked the beginning of the end of my time with “my person”. When I was leaving a previous school a colleague made me bawl (in PUBLIC) by referring to me as her person. I have never in my life seen “Grey’s Anatomy”, where this term apparently comes from, but from her speech, I got the gist.
Leaving my last school I definitely left behind a few who were definitely “my persons”, but moving on is and was exciting. Here I have had a harder time finding those people. I have been really lucky to have one as my EAL coteacher. We hit it off from the start and really work well together. Although we do not do much together socially, we do sometimes get together and we know we have each other’s back, no matter what. We have shared personal stories and know we can always be real with each other.We are PD nerds together and love to talk about ideas we have seen or heard. We have traveled together for work and fun.
We both get to school ridiculously early and we usually check in with each other before the day gets too busy. We often stay too late too and will sometimes walk together to meet our taxis to head home.
When she was talking about moving on last year I got nervous, but this year it became real- after June she will move on to another school and I will be the one left behind. This morning it really hit me, as I was alone in the team that my person is really going away. She was not there. She is off on a PD opportunity and will not be back until Monday night. Yes, I have other teammates that I really love, but my first person at this school will not be there in a few short months. I missed our check in, our plans for our students. I knew that she would be excited to see the students starting their slicing journey first thing this morning.
Her absence this morning made me reflect on the two sides- the one leaving and the one being left behind. Both involve change, readjustment, and new routines. There are definitely aspects that are harder depending on which side of the suitcase you are on. It makes me even more determined to value the time we have together when she returns. I know I am lucky that I have a few more friends here at school, whereas she will move on to her new school without a friend (yet). The international teacher life has this constant cycle of moving as its major drawback.