At the end of my first year of teaching, I put into words all of the things that students had taught me over the course of that year. I actually put that list into my thesis presentation, sharing how I felt that I had grown since starting the crazy, overwhelming, and amazing Fellows process. I met amazing kids [who are now amazing adults], learned from some of the best, grew to be a better partner for my [now] husband, and somehow managed to work on my craft in the midst of it. My first year of teaching was amazing.
With that said, I have now finished my second year of teaching. I moved to a new district to work in a brand new position. Moving into Special Education was the scariest, hardest, and most rewarding thing I've ever done in my career next to being a Fellow. Would I be good at it? Can I really help these kids? How will I figure out all of the paperwork? Who will help me? Questions like these floated around my head for the duration of summer last year. I was fearful that I wouldn't build connections like those that I had with my former students. I was fearful that I wouldn't feel like I belonged as part of the staff. I was terrified that I wouldn't pass my SPED certification test to legally be able to keep my job. Alas, I did all of those things.


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