I have finally joined the world of teacher blogs. For the past year I have searched and looked at all your wonderful blogs for,  I have to admit, hours on end. A little about myself; I come from a family of teachers, my mother is a teacher, my father is a retired teacher, my Grammie was a pre-school teacher and my brother, he said he wanted to have nothing to do with teaching, so he decided to be a pastor. Which I hate to tell him is a teacher, just not at a school. I have been teaching for six years now. Let’s just say the past six years of teaching have been interesting to say the least. My first year  of teaching I taught special education which I am not certified but it was a short term position so they were able to do that. After, I had to find another job because I was not certified in special education which took me to an inner city school outside of Detroit. I worked for this district for 4 years.  I could write books about my experience there. Let’s just say I grew up very sheltered and those little kids taught me a lot about life. It was very challenging to say the least but I loved every little bit of how much those kids love on you and soak up any attention you give them.  I taught kindergarten, 1^st and even a K/1^st split class while I was there.  Every year I was laid off  which meant packing everything. It was a lot, because everything that was in the room was mine except the tables and chairs. Then I would have to wait all summer until a week or two before school to find out if I would have a job and what my placement would be. It was not a great time waiting for the phone call or letter to come in the mail. Then once I got it I would have to rush to take everything back to school and set up a classroom and sometimes learn a whole new grade. One year I was so lucky to get do it twice with in one year. I just didn’t see how I could do that every year. Let me tell you I knew people that had that experience well over four years in that district. Going on my sixth year of teaching, again waiting to see where I would be placed, I received a phone call from my former school district that I attended when I was younger to come interview for a k first split. I knew that it was God telling me it was time to leave (I didn’t even apply for the job) my previous district.  It was sad to say good by to my former students and my teacher friends but I knew that I couldn’t handle that many more years the way that it was set up. My goal is not to forget about those kids in the inner city where my heart is at, but just to reach out in other ways to them. Well I got the job for the K/1^st split and am enjoying some stability in my life.