Apparently, I’m going to be a missionary. I know I said it and made it “Facebook Official” and thus, it’s totally confirmed. However, another way vocations are confirmed is when you start to cease to be what you currently are. For so long I’ve been an elementary school art teacher. It’s been a blast and I never thought it would be so in line with my personality and my ideas about artistry. However, a couple of weeks ago, my principal called me into her office. No matter what it’s a about, it’s always disconcerting. I think we’re hard wired to be nervous after 12 years of schooling. She sits me down and informs me that my 1/2 time art teacher position is being dissolved for next year due to budget cuts.
Honestly, it’s not a surprise. I knew my job security was tenuous at best. Apparently, I shouldn’t have even had it for this year. But it’s still hard to think about leaving sooner than I anticipated. My students. My friends. Even my disastrously messy classroom.
In a way, it’s a blessing. Not everyone gets clear signs and a clean break. And I shouldn’t be surprised with God upsetting my plans. My whole life, there’s been this pattern of suddenly being shoved down a path that I didn’t expect. But I am going to miss my kids.
“Ms. Schoon, we get to come to art today!”
“Ms. Schoon, you’re the best art teacher!”
“Ms. Schoon, I wish we could go to art every day!”
“Ms. Schoon, can you be my regular teacher?”
“Ms. Schoon just gets me. She makes art joyful.”