There’s this picture.
I kind of forgot about it. It’s been on the blog already, and it’s on my Facebook. It’s a photo of my Rider newsroom boxes all packed up sitting in my old house’s office.
Somehow that photo ended up on my timeline today.
Not gonna lie. Seeing that photo was a punch to the gut.
I just finished Amy Poehler’s Yes Please. She talked about grieving for SNL when she left.
I totally understand what she means.
Teaching at Rider was one of the best experiences of my life. Living in that house was too.
I chose to leave that, and I don’t regret the decision.
But this semester has been one of grieving what I left behind while building something new. It’s the perfect definition of bittersweet.
Interestingly enough I picked up my first CTHS newsroom t-shirt today. The two moments are kind of symbolic of the whole semester so far.
I’m in a new place and I love it. I wouldn’t trade the years at the old place for anything. ❤️
A week of regular classes and then finals. We can do this. We can do this. We can do this.
Hopefully the technology works in my classroom tomorrow since we’re supposed to have a newspaper deadline. If it doesn’t, we’ll figure something out.
That’s been the theme of this year. It’s not our tech’s fault. He works so hard trying to keep our room running. Something was off this year, though. Hopefully it’s fixed for next year.
That’s one of the best things about this job. We get do-overs.
I’m moving rooms. I almost said no. New is tough. It’s hard to let go of a place you’ve been in for over a decade! It’s especially tough since DD spent four years in the old newsroom. But the new space is bigger and better and I can’t believe I almost said no because of nostalgia. I won’t be at Rider forever. Even if I spend the next 13 years as the newspaper and yearbook adviser, someone else will follow. I can’t let my memories and the names written on the wall keep me from moving forward.
Things I’ll miss about the old room:
It’s hard to find if you don’t know where to look.
The courtyard window.
Easy access to the studio.
The names on the wall including DD’s, including my former editors who got engaged this year after dating for years. The started dating when they were sophomores in newspaper together. Their brother and sister are on staff now. When they got engaged, the sister painted a heart between the names. (So sweet!) The random places people signed the walls all over the room. The fact that there’s no room on the walls because they’re covered in design ideas, old posters and quotes kids say throughout the year, the fact that you have to be able to pay attention in complete chaos because the newsroom is tiny and there are usually four classes going on at once, the way I can be at my desk and look out across the room and tell if kids are working at every computer except one, the memories of staffs for years stopping work for random deadline dance parties, the ability to turn off the light and disappear from the school because without lights most people don’t know where we are, the Newsroom Lane hallway with first amendment posters, the phone IN the room so kids answer and make us laugh if I can’t get to it fast enough, the cabinet that used to hold curriculum but now serves as a binder holder for binders that never get used (An AP Stats study guide from five years ago was found there this year! Seriously, never gets used!)
The move is a good thing. The only bad thing is photo camp starts tomorrow. It runs from 9-noon. They turn the air off in our building at noon. It’s going to be 111 the rest of the week. I’m thinking the move might have to wait until all day air next week. Even though that means someone’s going to be moving in while I’m moving out.
Don’t forget Don’t forget Prodigal is on sale now. Click the link to buy or preview. Coupon Code: ZH29T good this week! Use it and the book’s only $0.99! Sisters with secrets.
Eighteen years ago, Cass Deason Myers ran away from home and heartbreak. Now she’s running away again, this time to the home she left behind. A preacher’s wife, Cass finds herself questioning her faith and her marriage. Her sister’s phone call asking for help with their mother provides the perfect opportunity to escape.
Anna Deason-Fite-Turner doesn’t want or need help for herself or her three daughters. But her mother is another story all together. Calling Cass is a last resort. But when Anna finds the bottle of pills in Momma’s dresser drawer, she knows she has to call her sister. Unfortunately, Anna knows when Cass comes home the whispers will start, and once again, everyone in town will compare perfect Cass to her failure of a sister, even though she’s the one who stayed behind.
Prodigal: a story about family, faith and the redemptive power of love.
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Another week done, and I’m ready. This year is kicking my butt. Maybe it really is God’s way of reminding me I have a life outside the newsroom.