Disclaimer....this is one of those posts where if you are offended by what i write let me remind you that it is MY thoughts and blog and you can choose to disagree....READ AT YOUR OWN RISK !!
As I have only 3 weeks and 2 days left before I begin my 7th...YES!!! SEVENTH YEAR of teaching, i have taken this opportunity to think back on my summer non-vacation. Yes, I said non-vacation because I have worked every day since getting out of school this year on something school related....
I was privileged to participate in the South Georgia location of the National Writing Project Summer Institute program... 2000 teachers were scattered about in various locations throughout the country in a VERY INTENSIVE 4 week learning seminar. It was one of the most grueling academic tasks I have undertaken thus far in my professional career in Education. I barely survived physically and my mental seemed to have left me the middle of the third week...but I did earn 6 Graduate Credit hours for my Specialist Degree. Instead of earning them in the normal 15 week semester, by taking this summer institute, I earned them in 4 weeks!! NEVER AGAIN AND I DO MEAN THAT!!!
About the middle of May, I saw Don for the last time... I feel quite sure that it will be the last time. I know that my heart has healed from that trauma because of several things. On the day I saw him, he came to the school, just before the beginning of one of my class periods. I actually experienced the "dropping of the jaw" syndrome when I watched his reaction to me when I walked out the door of the school. Something had told me that day to dress really professionally instead of the "end of school" mode dressing teachers have when we are cleaning up for the end of the year. That day, I was wearing a black dress, white jacket, white sandals, my hair was actually looking good and my tan was pretty well visible. I felt I looked pretty good for me... Apparently it wasn't lost on Don, because after he picked up his jaw, he told me I looked good. I told him that i felt wonderful... (Then he mentioned that Sharon would be in a wheelchair by the end of the year-because her knee is totally "blown" and that she was developing heart problems...) Was I sorry to hear about her health problems... I take the 5th on that one!!! Anyhow, I realized I was healed totally when I was looking at this man who I was once married to and although he looked physically pretty much like the man I married, there was no life or sparkle in his eyes...and I kept thinking "I've got to go back inside--My students need me. This person doesn't. So, for those of you who may have been worrying about me.. by the process of hours on my knees and intense soul-searching, I have survived and live to perhaps love another day...
Toward the middle of May, I met two different men by means of the church's singles site. Both of them were in the Atlanta area when we first established contact. Now, neither of them are even within the state of Georgia's boundaries. Alan, who I met first is now employed in a town just outside of Houston, Texas. His purpose in my life was to provide for me some special companionship at a time that was desperately needed. He did not know this, at first. We had our first date on the anniversary of day that I found out that Don was leaving me. We had a wonderful date. So, now my memories of the day after Memorial Day are now pleasant and the other memories no longer have the power to hurt me. Yea, though I walk through the valley of Death, I will fear no evil... for the Lord, My God am with me...
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