So this blog should have been started months ago – but somehow I never found the time to sit down and start it. It probably had something to do with the fact that none of this felt real. But that’s all changed in the past 27 hours or so with the onset of Induction.
The only way I could possibly relate Induction to people who haven’t lived through it (or better yet, survived it) is through the analogy of a theme park ride. At times you feel like your waiting endlessly for things to begin – at which point, you get a chance to bond with other corps members looking to diffuse the interminable introductions, smiles, and shakes – and then suddenly you’re thrust 75 m.p.h. into the world of TFA. And like a roller coaster – it isn’t all smooth. There are rickety portions, stretches where you don’t feel quite secure, and even moments where you wonder why you buckled up in the first place.
This isn’t to say I haven’t met people that I know will be essential to my formative years as an educator. This isn’t to say that I’m not feeling myself challenged to grow and evolve in new ways (though, I’m pretty sure moving across the country would do that no matter what). All it is to say is that I’m aware of the Kool-Aid on the table, TFA. And while I’m excited to be working for and with my kids next year, whoever they may be, I’m not so sure I’m going to be drinking down all of what you’re serving. I’m “suspending judgement” until I can get a thorough sense of what you’re really about, but I’m cautious and skeptic.
The first half of Induction has been intense. Packed (and sometimes questionable) programming, heat, humidity, duplex dorm rooms at JCSU, and an introduction to Southern cuisine… I’m intrigued to see what the second half has in store.