This week one of the RAIN club officers texted me to apologize for forgetting to come by my classroom and get some permission forms that she had asked me to copy for her. She said she was distracted by her girlfriend presenting her with flowers right after her last class that day.
I told her it was no problem, and then commented that no one brings me flowers any more. :( (In Noah's defense, I am allergic, so although I LOVE flowers, having them in the house tends to make me sneeze.)
This morning she came to my classroom with one long-stemmed red rose for me. A friend of hers (and former student of mine) was already in my classroom getting help from me with his math assignment from a different teacher. This kid has been like a therapist for the last couple of years, and always insists that I tell him how my life is going. He commented that I should notice that the rose was "single." It had a very thick stem, so I commented back that it was also strong. One single, strong and beautiful rose.
I love my job!
...and my kids...
...the ones at my house as well as the hundreds that have come and gone from my classroom over the past decade. I am very blessed with angels in my life.
:)
Joan's Journey
Married to a gay man--for now.
Member of the LDS church
Mother and high school teacher
with the courage of...
St. Joan of Arc
...or so I have been told.
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Wow--I just found some of these blogs through Emily's dancingwithcrazy.blogspot.com
I am on the wearewildflowers.blogspot.com
I am Colleen.
My story is a lot different now than it was when I wrote my story some 7 or 8 years ago.
I have read quite a bit of Sarah's blog and I was thinking about it afterwards and I have to say this--I'm so glad I'm not where you guys are. I'm not up to the "battle" any longer either. I've moved beyond. Whether or not you do move BEYOND (I was very much angered at Packer's speech on Sunday), there is pain you don't want to re-visit again. There are battles that you are glad you have left behind--that you HAD TO LEAVE BEHIND.
I'm so sorry you find yourself where you do. There are so many of us who went before you. I knew that he was gay when I married my ex 26 years ago, but I was told it was my job go save him. I do still love him.
You women--whoever might read this--must make this decision yourself. You and your husbands--but don't let your husbands take the choices from you either. Don't let anyone tell you how you have to do it.
I can tell you this--what we have, my "ex" and I--IS ENOUGH. I never thought I could say that, but I can now. I posted on one of Sarah's blogs, too. Believe it or not, there is still happiness to be had.
Hang in there.
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