For much of this school year, I have wrestled with what to do about my job for next year. I flipped back and forth on what I thought I should do on a daily if not hourly basis. Two weekends ago I finally came to a solid conclusion about what I should do.
I have taught at the same school for the last four years. I love my students and feel like I am in a position that allows me to make a significant difference in their lives. I am also blessed with a great special education team to work with. I work at a turn-around school with students with very intense needs. I can think of many reasons to stay in my current position and few reasons to leave. However, decisions can’t always be made by which side of pro/con list is longer. Some pros and cons simply outweigh other pros and cons.
An expectation of my job is that I put my students’ safety and well-being above my own. When one of my student’s is having a crisis, I am called from whatever I am doing to diffuse the crisis. Almost all of the time, I am able to diffuse the situation without anyone getting hurt, but there are always risks. For example a couple weeks ago, I was called when one of my students had become upset to the point that he was holding a chair over his head and was about to throw it at the other students in the classroom. It was my job to step in front of the other students in the moments it took to get the other students out of range of the chair. If someone was going to get hit with the chair, it needed to be me, not one of the other students. In this situation, I was able to get all of the other students safely away and was able to get the student to put the chair down by talking to him. Unfortunately, it doesn’t always go as smoothly. As I write this, I have large bruises on both of my legs from a student kicking me when I held him to prevent him from running into the street in front of the bus he had just got off of. This happened almost three weeks ago and the bruises really only started to heal in the last week. The bumps and bruises have taken a lot longer to heal this year since I started the aspirin and high dose folate.
At the end of the day, blood-thinners and my current job just don’t mix. Because of this, I came to the conclusion that I need a different job. I hope to get pregnant again, and if I do, I will be on lovenox. I can’t in good conscience put myself in a position where I am likely to be cut or bruised when I am on heavy-duty blood-thinners. I also, know that there isn’t a way to stay in my current job and not be in situations with a significant risk of injury on an almost daily basis. This was a difficult decision to come to, but I believe that me switching to a different job is the right thing to do for me and for my school. I need to be in a school with a much lower risk of physical injury and my school needs someone who can and will run towards the crises instead of away from them. If I get pregnant again, I will not take any chances and will run away from the crises.
After making my decision, I called my special education lead and told her that I need a transfer for next year and a little bit about why. She was very supportive and said that she would make sure it got taken into consideration as they start to look at placements for next year. I then talked to my principal. She was incredibly supportive and I shared more than I had planned on. In sharing, I learned that she and her partner are also part of the ALI community. They went through 18 donor sperm cycles before conceiving their son and eventually decided to be a family of 3 after many more unsuccessful attempts at a 2nd child. She agreed that it is the right decision for me personally and said she will put in a good word for me with the other principals.
I am very much at peace with my decision and hope that I get a great position. I am guaranteed a transfer, but may or may not have any say in what job I get transferred to. I do know of one teacher at a great school who is retiring and right now I am hoping to get her job.
It is weird to go to work knowing that I won’t be there next year. Even though I know it is the right thing to do, it is going to be very difficult to leave. I have worked with many of the same students for the last four years. When I started there were no materials. I literally walked into a classroom with nothing but a teacher desk, a table and four chairs. I begged, borrowed, bought stuff and wrote a bunch of grants to get the necessary materials to teach my students. I along with the social worker and speech pathologist built the program pretty much from scratch. There are other members of the special education team, but we are the only ones that have been at the school for at least four years. The year before we started, the district cleaned house of the special education team and the only person who survived was the speech pathologist. We bonded a lot as we built up a functioning team and cleaned up the big messes left by the previous team. We have been there for the students and for each other. I don’t know how I would have made it through without them personally or professionally. It will be a bittersweet change.