All About Change
It's inevitable. Seasons change and while I implore each one to stay a bit longer—nothing works. I must admit to trying to hasten winter into spring.
My heels drag and I avoid heavier clothes, shoes rather than sandals, and , in time, hats and gloves.
Change— disruptive or freeing or a new perspective or a loss.
It all depends where you're standing. If I release all my preconceptions and bound into a new situation with wild abandon I often find the result exciting.
Years ago people stayed in a job for decades. Now ,according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, younger workers stay on the job for 4.4 years. Imagine 15—20 jobs in your career.
Not only did I stay in one town in the same job, but for twenty-five years my classes met in the same classroom. I knew every crevice of that room. In time I measured the buildup of wax on the edges of the room. Anyone who has worked in a school knows that in the summer all the floors are waxed and highly polished.
Other teachers in our school also occupied their rooms for decades. Imagine if someone said to me on my first day in the middle school —"This will be your room for a quarter of a century."
But each new class represented a change. Each new student a different challenge. The room—incidental.
As for the seasons—I enjoy the changes, but if we could extend spring and fall and squeeze winter. And while I'm reconstructing New England—add some weeks to summer.
My heels drag and I avoid heavier clothes, shoes rather than sandals, and , in time, hats and gloves.
Change— disruptive or freeing or a new perspective or a loss.
It all depends where you're standing. If I release all my preconceptions and bound into a new situation with wild abandon I often find the result exciting.
Years ago people stayed in a job for decades. Now ,according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, younger workers stay on the job for 4.4 years. Imagine 15—20 jobs in your career.
Not only did I stay in one town in the same job, but for twenty-five years my classes met in the same classroom. I knew every crevice of that room. In time I measured the buildup of wax on the edges of the room. Anyone who has worked in a school knows that in the summer all the floors are waxed and highly polished.
Other teachers in our school also occupied their rooms for decades. Imagine if someone said to me on my first day in the middle school —"This will be your room for a quarter of a century."
But each new class represented a change. Each new student a different challenge. The room—incidental.
As for the seasons—I enjoy the changes, but if we could extend spring and fall and squeeze winter. And while I'm reconstructing New England—add some weeks to summer.
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