I saw an article on FB, which I now cannot find, about being infertile in the LDS Church culture. It was excellent! I decided to revisit my blog. I haven't written for a long time.
I was challenged by the school I transferred to. It took a couple of weeks to establish relationships with the students to the point that they would respond to my classroom management. It was high-transient (6 move out and 8 move in from September to December). I also had to fight to have an acceptable classroom. I was put in a portable (relocatable) that was old, dirty, stinky, dark, musty, and spider infested. Because I know people in the district, I was able to get moved up on the remodel list. I enjoyed my teaching and being able to reach a very diverse group of students.
When I finished my term as the local education association president, I knew one of the directors was looking to retire in a year. I had been approached about this job before, so when she announced her retirement in October for the end of January, several people encouraged me to apply. I did apply, went through a grueling 90 minute interview, and was hired. I resigned my teaching position after 24 years, which was an incredibly difficult thing to do, and my last day of teaching was December 21.
I have had the month of January as overlap with the director who is retiring. I also spent the last 9 days at training. These trainings are great, because you learn a lot and get to know people who are not like you. The question of children came up, but no one else there was LDS, so it was always asked as a "Do you have children?" instead of the assumption that you do. I opened up to one person at dinner one night, because she said in her introduction that she has fraternal triplets. I figured she had experienced infertility, and we did have that in common.
Another funny experience happened one night when we went to a social at a club that had been rented out. We were in VA, so being white put me in the minority. I was eating snacks and talking to the two people I had been with at a school earlier in the day, when some of the teachers started line dancing. I was drawn to it. I danced as a child and would go line dancing with my friend when we were single. I taught line dances to my students, but I don't go out dancing, because DH doesn't like to dance. I started dancing with about a dozen black ladies. I didn't know these exact dances, but it was easy to pick up on. It was a lot of fun! Later, one of the guys from OH said, "If I had to pick someone in this group who would dance, I wouldn't have picked you. Who knew the white, Mormon girl from Utah had more moves than the black ladies!" The next day, several people in the training asked how I know how to dance and how often I go dancing. I couldn't believe how many people were fascinated that I could dance!
Anyway, my new job as a director in the local education association gives me the opportunity to advocate for students and teachers along with developing laws, policies, and procedures. I am closer to finding my purpose after deciding to live CF. I'm enjoying the work!