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Yesterday I met with the person taking over my old job. I think he is going to do an awesome job. He seems like a very nice person and more than qualified for the job.

My kids, (his kids :( ) are in excellent hands.

That all being said I am trying to understand why I am so sad. I am thriving in my student teaching experience. Everything is going great. I am happy to be making this forward step. It is all very good!

Yet, I feel sad. I'm not quite sure where to put my emotions. I'm thinking they need to be filed under, "pointless to feel this way." 

Maybe, it is just normal to feel sad walking away from what you know.

It is a little like how I felt when I realized I no longer had little people in my house. For a long time my heart felt sad and I just wanted my life with little people back. It was a little insulting that they all dared to grow up and become big.

This post is kind of turning into a pour me post. I guess every now and then we have picked on moments.

Let me end on a more upbeat note. Like I said, student teaching is going great I am so happy about how it is going it is almost silly. My children are thriving, the term has come to an end, and my junior high kids did awesome I couldn't be more proud. Report cards for elementary students come home on Friday but I'm pretty certain more proud moments are in store.





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Angie said…
I know Mr. Keime very well. I went to school with two of his kids. Very nice man, very nice family. No one can ever replace you though!!!! I miss you terribly.

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