The last three years have been really good, career-wise. I have had the opportunity to work with the most wonderful, supportive staff I could imagine. They have been and still are like an extension of my family. My personal connections to the job I've had run deep. My dad and his siblings went to the school where I've been teaching. One family of my cousins went there, and the youngest of them was in 8th grade when I started. The building, with all its history, has become like home to me.
The jobs I had down east were good jobs. I learned and grew and made friends. There are many teachers in Eastern NC about whom I care very much. But I've never had the privilege of working with a group of people who take care of each other, who laugh, cry, celebrate, grieve, worry, pray, and wait together like the men and women I've worked with the last three years.
Many things can be said about my school. It has changed, it has problems, it is old, it is not what it used to be. But a school is really only as good as the teachers in it, and I've been so lucky.
It was really hard to say goodbye. I might not have seen everyone, and I kept my emotions very much in check, because if I had started, I might not have been able to stop. My GMS family, you will always be just that: a family. Thank you so much for your love, support, kind words, prayers, laughs, and general good times. It's been an honor to work with you. I love you all so much!
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