21 years ago, my parents moved to
Rancho Penasquitos with the specific intention that I would
have the opportunity to receive an education from the
much-acclaimed Poway Unified School District. As a graduate
of Mt. Carmel High School, I knew that someday I would become
a teacher. My parents had hoped that I would return to PUSD,
but I knew that getting in would be competitive.
Upon receiving my credential 10
years ago, Long Beach Unified was the first to give me a shot
in the classroom where I learned the ins and outs of what it
takes to succeed and to make a difference as a teacher. After
3 years with Long Beach and 2 years with San Diego Unified, my
opportunity to return to PUSD finally came. A couple of
parents who were transferring their children to Stone Ranch
Elementary encouraged me to apply. I was fortunate enough to
be brought on board to open up the school in 2004.
From the moment that I stepped foot
in the Personnel office to sign my temporary contract, I knew
that there was something distinctly different about Poway
Unified that set them apart from where I came. It was
personal and I was treated like a professional. In fact,
within the first week of school, Bill Chiment, the Assistant
Superintendent of Personnel Services, dropped by my classroom
for a visit and left a handwritten note thanking me for the
opportunity to see "real learning in action."
Since then, the children of Stone
Ranch Elementary have become a major part of my life. I don't
just teach them how to read, write, and do math. We learn how
to be the best people we can be ... together. I have watched
them read chapter books for the first time, figure out how to
do multiple-digit addition and subtraction, and write
incredible stories of make believe places and true life
experiences. I have watched them lose their first tooth,
make their first double play in baseball, and perform hip-hop
routines for the talent show. I have comforted them when
their mother passed away from cancer, when their dad left for
a 6-month deployment to Iraq, and when their pet hamster ran
away. In return, they celebrated with me when I received my
masters degree, gave birth to my second child, and when my
daughter was finally potty-trained. They also comforted me
when my friend was diagnosed with breast cancer, when my
grandmother passed away, and when I received my pink slip.
To many of my students, past and
present, I am someone who is constant to them. They know
where to find a hug, words of encouragement, a shoulder to cry
on, a lecture for misbehavior, and someone who genuinely cares
for them. With the pink slip that I was given last Wednesday,
that constant is now uncertain.
Financially, I will be okay. Like
most of us, I don't teach for the money. It's never been
about the money. It's about being there for the children.
What saddens me the most is the thought that my students will
no longer have the opportunity to come back to their 2nd grade
teacher to talk about the books that they're reading, share
the news of new siblings, rave about their 3rd (4th, 5th,
etc.) grade teacher, and complain about how much harder (or
easier) things are. I hate thinking about how this may be the
end ... for now.
Thanks for listening ...