Apparently, my post “Ephemera” was too raw for my audience. I’m sorry. I often get asked two questions: “Why did you quit teaching?” and “Why did you choose to move to Alabama?”
My intention was to answer both questions and let you, dear reader, in on some of what makes me tick, what makes me who I am here on the Farmlet. Sometimes the ugly things that happen in life want to be expressed. It is a release, a cathartic if you will.
I also don’t like to candy coat things. So if you are suffering from TMI after reading Monday’s post, then I am truly sorry. It might happen again, and I can’t guarantee it won’t...
Or perhaps I will begin another blog for these moments.
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it was not too raw for me.. i hope my reaction was not too out there.. tho i did find it interesting that they called their little “meeting” when the P and VP were out! You just express whatever you want to.. that is called blogging.. this is YOUR page!.. stay here.. no more apologising!!.. you are OK.. c
Cecilia, I knew you and Anke could handle it because you were both able to talk to me about it. But the echo in the blogasphere was a surprise.
Thanks for your vote for honest blogging! 😉
My mom retired as a WI teacher last year. My heart goes out you. Sometimes in blogging you release the pain and confront the emotions you did not know was there. Do not stop!
Thank you! I guess I’ll keep going then. Though perhaps I will spread out the deep stuff a bit. 😉
Really? This was too raw? What, our blogs are supposed to be all cotton candy and rainbows? B.S. Or as Sherman Potter would say, MOOSE MUFFINS.
a) it’s your blog
b) it was a good topic with valid points in it
c) It’s who you are and why you are
That’s good enough. Tough on the naysayers. And it was good writing, even if the topic wasn’t overly popular with your gentle readers.
Sorry. Time to get off the soapbox before someone pushes me off.
😀 You make me smile! Thanks!
Glad I could provide comic relief! Now you can go to bed with some laughter.
Your last post was not too raw for me. This is your blog and your space to write and do with as you like. It’s like watching TV or reading a book, whoever doesn’t like it, can change channels or put the book down. You were telling us a little more about yourself, and I for one am grateful, that I get to know you a bit better. Have a wonderful day today!!
Thank you Anke, and you as well!
Dear Lynda, whenever someone gives their heart there will be others who will reject that gift. I just read Ephemera and found it a beautiful, albeit sad, gift. As a teacher I know where you are coming from. I had moments – not anywhere near as sad as yours – where I knew I was all alone in my position at school and it was very uncomfortable. I felt a wave of gratitude toward you for being able to put your feelings out there and to share this insight into a part of who you are; you allowed your friends to get to know you a bit better. I’m sorry that some of your readers were discomforted by your honesty. For me, I felt gratitude for your courage and generosity.
It was such a difficult time. I often wonder how I even made it through. At one point early the Pastor’s wife of our church was coming by to check on us, because neither of us could drive due to my foot and his surgery. Anyway, on of the times she showed up she loaded us in the car and took us for a drive in the mountains to get us out of the house! “You must be suffering from cabin fever by now!” she said. I was blessed to have such a good support group at my church.
Thanks for your understanding.
There was not anything wrong with your post. I work daily with teachers who are feeling so frustrated and un-efficient, if that is even a word, that they are almost to the breaking point. It is the end of the FIRST nine weeks. Pray for ALL the teachers working with this environment.
Hello Nellie, thank you for your support, and thank you for your prayers for all teachers who are having such stress! It is a pity and a shame that we should be so hard pressed. Teaching and learning should be a joy. NOT a trial by fire. So sad.