When we finally closed on our house in early April, I had to quit my job. This part was weird. I LOVE my school! It has the best staff, students and families. Sure there are a few things that don’t always make it fun, but about 95% of it was great. I had been there for 12 years and with our district for 16. I even liked my district even though there were a LOT of changes over the last few years and it was all seeming a bit “different” than it had been. I had a great boss, colleagues- everyone! BUT I believe that 12 years is almost too long for one principal to be at the same school. I also knew that the work we were doing would be sustained by the hard-working, conscientious, talented and caring staff. So leaving felt bittersweet, but I do feel confident that it was a good thing for everyone. I remember sitting with my boss (he knew this was coming) and filling out the form -pretty much just my name and info and click the “I quit” button- which seemed like the easiest thing to do in my district- to quit! It still has me a bit nauseous when I think about it. The end of the school year was sad and overwhelming in so many ways, but I tried to stay a bit numb and focused and not to get all blubbery- mostly because I am not a pretty crier and I can’t even talk if I am crying. I will really miss my school, but feel they are my true “tribe” and am better for having known them.
