A Not So Graceful Exit: Why I Left Teaching

This is so very powerful. I’m speechless! I applaud your courage to STAND! Nothing but blessings to you!


Yesterday, I quit.  In the middle of the school year, I quit.  After fourteen years in education, I quit.  I.  Quit.  Quitting isn’t something I do, particularly when children are involved, so this is still quite difficult to think or talk about.  It might seem an abrupt decision to some, but for those that know me well, you know this is something I have flirted with for a few years now.  I think it started about five years ago…

I was teaching in an inner-city school in Memphis.  I loved my principal.  I loved my kids.  I loved teaching.  Now, of course, there were issues.  Too much paperwork.  Not enough hours in the day.  Uninvolved parents.  Disobedient children.  District mandates that made no sense.  Still, overall, I was happy being a teacher.  I knew that I would either drop dead teaching or they would have to roll me out in…

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today the thoughts on my mind are doing somersaults.  There’s so much I want to do, so much I want to see, so many things I want to happen. I am, though, very much grateful for all that is happening right now. All that I am, all that I’ve done, all that I am doing, all that will happen.  

I ask myself if I really know how to dream? Perhaps, I’ve been dreaming all along and I have chalked it up to …… to-do’s….that’s still a dream, right?