Transition

Transition. I've been hearing and saying and typing that word a lot lately.

After about three weeks of e-mail tag and missed opportunities, my principal and I finally met briefly to discuss the transition that will take place at the end of the quarter; namely, that I will stop teaching theatre there and somebody else will take over for me.

Very little was actually accomplished at the meeting other than my receiving permission to communicate directly with the incoming teacher to coordinate the TRANSITION and make it as smooth as possible. It helps that it is a guy that I know. I had met him briefly months ago, but had no idea at the time that he was a theatre teacher. He's very friendly, energetic, and (most unlike me of all) charismatic. He'll do wonderful things for that school, I wager.

It's odd. I'm chomping at the bit to get out of that school, but I'm very excited on behalf of the new teacher. I think he'll really thrive there in a way that I wasn't able to. While I am going to sorely miss some of my students, others I hope never to see or hear from again. That sounds terrible, I know.

I'm meeting the new teacher for coffee tomorrow night to discuss various things. I'm interested to see how the conversation plays out.