Sorry about the late blog post, boys and girls. The break bug got a hold of me, including my travel plans going awry. But that’s what happens when you fly budget airlines.
As the title says, I went home for break. And it was wonderful. I got fed to no end and there is something about family. No matter how tired or how stressful I had been, they know just how to get a smile on my face. I am also willing to try to put aside the stress and share in the joy. After all, they are my family: the people who have been there through both triumphs and my blunders and love me for them just the same. Walking towards the car and seeing my mom’s smiling face and my sister’s half-tackle, half-hug reaffirms the reasons I want to go back to New York City to teach. In a profession that is often a whirlwind of work and emotion, it’s nice to know that the people who know you so well, love you, and can whip up some fantastic comfort food to help ease the difficult moments are just a short distance away and getting to them doesn’t have to involve major planning or expenses. As a kid, I always thought I wanted to be far away from my family and blaze the trail on a new life on my own, but I realize that having those supports makes the job easier and will help put things in perspective. I know that I am a difficult person, so the people who can support me and I can support are the ones I hold on to, and there is no support like my Mom’s gentle care, my Dad’s stoicism, and my little sister’s ability to make me laugh at myself.
This break was also a week of doing interviews and planning interviews. I’ve had interviews for three schools this past week and moved onto the next round for two of them and waiting to hear back from a third. Yay! Thus far, they have all been phone interviews. While some people may prefer phone interviews, I have to say I prefer face to face interviews. It may be more stressful to have to wear the formal clothes and have to look the interviewer in the eye, but I like having the nonverbal cues to work off of and the more natural flow of conversation that happens in person. As someone who can talk on and on, its nice to know when to shorten a vignette or know that using humor was effective or not. Those nonverbal cues make the conversation more natural and I think there is a bit more seriousness when sitting in an office in a buttoned shirt and tie rather than sitting up on my bed in pajamas talking into a microphone.
While Rochester has been good to me and I have certainly gained a more worldly perspective through my time in upstate New York, New York City has and always will be home. My motivation in being a teacher was to go back and serve my community and help the students who are trying to navigate adolescence in a place that is as overwhelming and dichotomous as NYC. Home is indeed where the heart is, and the chance to go back makes that clearer.