I have just shaken.
For years now, I've been a speech therapist in clinical settings. I've worked with patients following strokes, traumatic brain injuries or Alzheimer's...all areas I'm comfortable and eager to work with. The field I haven't been in for years?...Schools.
The thought of working in a school system is daunting to say the least. It was time for a change though, so I packed away my scrubs and went for it.
Beginning last week, I ventured for the first time to see the school where I was hired. I was given the kindergarten through fifth grades to take on alone, then given a set of keys which made for a nervously long walk to my room.
It's not uncommon for speech therapists to work out of a small space. I mean like, a half a closet in the basement where alligators and spiders live. I knew this before taking the job, but getting closer to the room number they assigned made my stomach go to my throat. I'd already accepted the job. What if I hated the space I'd be trapped in for a solid school year? Turning off the main hall, there it was. Tucked away at the end, I approached the solid wooden door, right by the bathroom.
Broom closet for sure.
It smelled okay. No moldy greeting. I kept my eyes tightly shut until I was brave enough to squint one open, then the other. What I was met with, left me speechless. (No pun intended.)
The students have their first day of school tomorrow so I'm nervously excited for them to arrive. I've planned and prepared, and I hope I serve them well.
It's going to be a good year, even though it feels completely different and new.
Yes, sometimes in life it's nice to shake things up a bit. Here's to hoping it all falls into place.