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I Took It


Silly me. I got derailed from my philosophy of finding the positive in whatever comes my way. I was offered a job today and instead of finding all the reasons why I should accept it; I focused on the job I wasn’t offered. (The one I wasn’t offered has another week of interviews before they decide on their candidate. The principal advised me to go with the one I was offered.) After conversations with my husband and a couple of close friends, my head is back on straight.

Come along with me on the journey to focus on the positive…

 FRANKLIN ACADEMY
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Franklin Academy is a K-12 charter school with quite a waiting list. I will be teaching 6th, 7th, and 8th grade. A bit of an anomaly as my principal would say. Most teachers teach one subject at one grade level. Not me! That is one of the exciting things about this position. I get to know students from each grade level and teach a variety of subjects throughout the day.

I love teaching! What could be better than teaching at a year-round school. Rather than go stir-crazy at home for two months over the summer, I will be starting school a week from Monday!

When I asked what was the best thing about working at their school, the answer: “It is a great place to hone your craft of teaching.” It has been awhile since I have taken a class, gone to a conference, or challenged myself in my classroom. I am ready to take that next step to becoming a better teacher.

I know there are many other positive aspects of my new school yet to be discovered. I am so thankful for each and every one of the prayers, positive vibes, and dances that were sent my way. It is because of you that my week has been amazing!

Comments

  1. Congrats on the offer. I know you will do a fantastic job.

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  2. Mandie, I'm so glad that your talents will be put to use...and that you don't have to suffer a summer of 'where will I go next'!!

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  3. i AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU. IT IS GREAT YOU START RIGHT AWAY. THE STUDENTS ARE SO LUCKY YOU ARE GOING TO THEIR SCHOOL. MAYBE YOU DIDN'T GET YOUR FIRST CHOICE BUT I KNOW YOU WILL DO GOOD THERE. PLEASE DO REMEMBER TO KEEP ON TOP OF YOUR MEDICAL ISSUE. NOW GO GET THEM. LOVE YOU. MARGUERITE

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