On January 26th, I was riding the bus home from a professional development workshop and I accidentally let my mind wander into the teaching world. Not thinking about teachers in general, or thinking about schools or districts, but actually imagining myself in front of a classroom.
Thing is, these imaginings were not accompanied by the usual feelings of oh-lord-never-again or thank-god-I’m-not-doing-that-anymore or just the general stomachache that’s usually triggered.
It was just my imagination, of course. Random wonderings about what kinds of procedures I’d have if I taught upper elementary. Curiosity about what the central school district is like in my new city. The visceral clues that used to tell me “this is not for you” were gone, though.
It might be silliness, or selective memory, or it might just be a side-effect of, hey, almost having completed my masters of education. …But someday, maybe.