31 years a Teacher

     Today is my last first day of students returning to school. I am not prepared and I will not be prepared and that is through no fault of mine. Yesterday, the day before school officially opened, I actually did not have a schedule. At some point between opening meetings and speeches I took a moment to ask the Principal what my assignment would be. He informed me that I would need to see the Assistant Principal who is doing the master schedule.  and I received a tentative schedule. . Like most teachers I have always had my own classroom. Over the years I have gone from having my own classroom to sharing a classroom due to an increasing enrollment. This year I do not have that. This year, for two of my three classes, I am going to be a push in English teacher to English as a New Language classes. My third class is going to be a public speaking class. There are all kinds of excuses that the administration will toss up for not having schedules and room assignmen...

     After high school I went to a small college outside Chicago, Illinois. I was going to pursue my Bachelor of Arts in Education. For whatever the reason my career path took a few twists and turns after I graduated and I ended up in the financial industry; first in Chicago and then in New York City. I did not know anything about finance but I learned quickly. I loved the stock market. I loved everything about it. Every day was filled with the excitement and momentum. The closing bell rings but the market never sleeps. My commute was spent catching early trains hoping to score a seat, pushing and being pushed while running up and down staircases to catch the subway and then finally a long walk to the office. Four seasons of wind, rain, snow, heat and humidity; running to get into the city and running to get out at the end of the day. Every day except Saturday and Sunday and two weeks off for vacation. Although I loved every day, in a nod to Dylan, the times they wer...