Being a special ed teacher (well heck, being a teacher) comes fraught with many perils, but none so difficult as the teacher assistant(s) who have been in place since the building was built.
I started my new job on Monday (sick, unfortunately) and somehow going into the building I just knew in my gut that I was going to have some tough TA shells to crack. I’ve spent these days listening to them hem and ha about how upset they are about staff changes, student possibilities, struggles from years past, how unfair it all is…blah blah blah. But what is so disconcerting to me is how I’ve dealt with it so far.
Maybe it’s the amazing amount of sinus drugs I’m on, maybe it’s just the euphoria of this crazy school I’ve ended up in…I don’t know. But I’ve been so calm. I’ve declared that I can’t change the situation, therefore take it up with the administration (they don’t know your frustrations if you don’t tell them), but seriously I’ve heard enough.
I also think it’s the knowledge that I am certainly planted where I am supposed to be.
It’s not been perfect, it’s not been easy, it’s not been all that I had hoped..but yet in some ways it’s been more.
But it’s under the palm of God: where it might be storming and hailing and I might be getting splashed, but I know that I’m protected under His shelter, under the hand that placed the stars in the sky and that gently moves the waves.
With that, I can face anything.