“Expiring Educator Certificates 06/30/18” the email heading read.
My goodness, they’re being awfully casual about dying teachers, I thought. But reading on…oh. They mean ME.
Our records determine that you hold an educator certificate with an expiration date of June 30, 2018. You may log into your EDS account at any time to submit an application:https://eds.ospi.k12.wa.us. The application must be received no later than June 30, 2018 in order to continue to hold a valid certificate. If the process is delayed due to non-submission of an application, you risk beginning the 2018-2019 school year with an expired certificate.
Ha! If I started teaching again next fall after an 8-year hiatus, I’d risk a lot more than an expired certificate! To say nothing of what those kids would risk with me as their returned-from-island-exile teacher.
“Um, Ms. Wing? We scan our homework in now. Nobody needs that lined paper.”
“We’re not supposed to raise our hands anymore. We just tap the icon. You didn’t KNOW that?”
“Pssst…where’s this lady been? Can you believe she just said we could email her if we had questions?”
I’ll probably have a work-stress dream tonight just thinking about it.
Except…here are some teaching things I miss the HELL out of:
- watching teens, sleepy as lizards, slowly come to life during first period (if they didn’t, well–try harder tomorrow!)
- joshing (“Hey, I like your shoes–can I have ’em?”)
- those internal gasps of awe when some kid writes something I never saw coming
- feeling the esprit de corps grow, falter, then grow again during group projects
- throwing pieces of candy across the room to get someone’s attention (and calling Jolly Ranchers “Happy Farmers”)
Not much suspense to this post. I’m not renewing the certificate I first earned in 1987. (If I’d planned to, I would have had to start many months ago!) I’ve been an ex-teacher for eight years now; this just makes it official.
Except…is there such a thing as an ex-teacher, REALLY? Since I’m still chewing on this teachable moment, I’d say not. Better assign myself a longer essay than this to get that bittersweetness out of my system.
You will always be a Teacher!
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Thanks, Mark. I do think it’s a terminal condition. 🙂
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