Hello again.

Whoa. What to say?

My last post featured my excitement and my new job teaching 9th grade English to repeating freshmen. Since then I have taught and I have learned. I taught multiple subjects during my brief occupation with the District-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Despite the prevalent course of study: How to Survive 101, I also discovered the pleasure of placing the students above the priority of politics, the ability to see the forest and the trees, to find diamonds in the rough. I loved my time teaching. I loved the people I worked with and the students I had the honor to teach and mentor. However, I'm back at the starting line. My school is closed, I am laid off, and my weight has more or less returned to the place I hoped to never see again.

The stress of losing students of whom I had grown so fond and the uncertainty of my career tossed my emotions onto a whirlwind roller coaster, and my weight seemed to go on for the ride. I spent nights without sleep and skipped meals so I could balance family life and get my work done. The numbers on the scale would plunge. I would eat junk food and pump my bloodstream with sugar and caffeine to stay wake during the hour commute home. The numbers on the scale would shoot up. Off and on. High and low. Decrease and increase. I was a mess. Emotionally and physically.

But now, I am starting to heal. I'm looking for a new job with new perspective. I am no longer the naive little girl giddy about her big job in the city. However, I still have Hope. No challenge, no matter how rocky the course, will ever take my Hope away.

To a new day,
Cheers,
Katy