Not Finished Yet
During the week-long break between the end of the regular school year and the beginning of summer school, I reconnected with my family. When I returned to the remote location where I teach Sunday afternoon, I said to myself, “I don’t know how I ended up at this school. All I know is that my work here isn’t finished yet.”
Monday I found out that my principal is probably not coming back after her contract expires at the end of the month. I wasn’t terribly happy to hear the news.
During a sleepless interlude in the middle of the night, it seemed at though I heard a voice saying, “The principal’s work here may be finished, but yours is not.”
So, despite my anxiety about the possibility of having to work with a new principal next year, I’m staying at this school.
My work here isn’t finished yet.