I was asked an interesting question yesterday.
It's been ages since I blogged, but the nutshell version of the last 12 months is that I moved to Vancouver, spent a year working in the outdoor ed and boarding programs of a prestigious boys' school called St. George's, went on some amazing trips and saw some amazing parts of BC and Alaska, and ended up being hired by a different independent school to teach IB physics.
I was asked...  didn't it feel like a step down, to leave St. George's and come to where I am now?  It was an interesting one, but not a hard one to answer.  I love Saints.  I loved living there, the friendships (particularly with the boarding staff), the kids, the routine, the rhythm of work life and personal life being integrated.  I miss going home to a building of extraordinary young guys about whom I care very deeply.
But I wasn't a teacher there.  I come to St. John's as a very new, very rookie teacher, but a teacher nonetheless.  I have classes.  I'm not someone's student teacher or someone's intern - I'm no longer defined in relation to someone else.  It's stable.  I can think about a plan beyond June.
I realized on my walk to school this morning that what I should have answered was "sine timore  aut favore."  That without fear or favour, we must forge ahead, as Mr. J would say.  I've been given two amazing chances to be a part of the life of two amazing schools, in two very different capacities.
So no, not a step down.  Maybe sideways.
Edit:  Instead of "we must forge ahead," what I should have said is ad futura cum spe
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
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