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The Next Chapter Begins...


The first round of tears happened during the 8th grade promotion. It has been such a wonderful year with all of them – 7th and 8th graders alike.

The second round of tears came when I learned I do not have a contract for next year. I will not be returning to Benson Middle School unless the displaced teachers do not jump at the chance for my classroom.  Right after she told me, I did my best to remain professional and keep the tears at bay. Unfortunately, they came anyway. About the time the tears hit my eyes, an email a dear friend sent me when I first wrote about the contract situation came to mind:

“There is always a reason for things. Maybe God wants you to move on and inspire other students.”

I love what she says. I feel that with my whole being. However, it did not make hearing that I have no job any easier.

So now what? I am floating off the edge again. My family began the year in two different states. We are reunited again in North Carolina. Both Tony and I without a job. We have made a home here. Is it bad karma or an opportunity to have yet another adventure? I have spent the last two hours crying and angry. I am done with that. I am ready to embrace whatever is coming my way next. Whatever it is, I know it is going to be great! Bring it on!

P.S. Prayers, positive thoughts, lighting of candles, etc…. are all encouraged and pleaded for.

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  1. AnonymousJune 9, 2011 at 5:09 PM

    I am so sorry....that hurts and stinks...all I can think of is when this happened to us I had to hang onto Jer. 29:11.... Here is you need a friend to hang out with! Can you inbox me your phone number again and Lisa and I will get you over here for lunch and some laughs!

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  2. AnonymousJune 9, 2011 at 5:10 PM

    I don't know why it wouldn't post my name...but Paula wrote that above if you didn't know who it was lol...I need a lesson in blogs!

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  3. RachelJune 9, 2011 at 5:12 PM

    Big cyber hugs are coming your way. I assumed that they would be begging you to stay. I wish I could convince you to come up to Colonial School District. I've got an almost 6th grader and an almost 2nd grader who could use a teacher as inventie as you.

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  4. AnonymousJune 9, 2011 at 5:14 PM

    I told you it would happen again lets just pick up our things and move on to the next adventure. everything happens for a reason so let's give that reason a reason to... well... curl up and fricking die!
    LOVE UR OLDEST DAUGHTER

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  5. ARJune 9, 2011 at 5:24 PM

    Prayers are coming. Those kids are blessed to have had you. Some other kids must need you. I know this doesn't help, but hug your family and hang in there. All my love, Angie-weeeeeee!

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  6. AnonymousJune 9, 2011 at 9:25 PM

    Thinking of you and your family....

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  7. AnonymousJune 10, 2011 at 12:20 PM

    Hi Mandie, You can do it. I know you can. There are other kids out there who need you. So glad you have Tony and the girls with you. As you said the tears are behind you. New life is ahead of you. Keep in touch. Love you. Marguerite

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