I Stand Corrected
This week has been a busy one for me. So busy, that I’ve only blogged once this week! My long-awaited graduation day is rapidly approaching and one of the requirements is an electronic portfolio. The aforementioned portfolio is to consist of my responses, reflections, and artifacts proving thorough understanding of all of the objectives that have been taught in all of the courses that I’ve taken for this thirty-three hour educational specialist’s degree. Keep in mind that I’ve been working towards this Teacher Leader degree for a little over a year and that in addition to pursuing this degree I’ve also been a wife, mother, teacher (high school and junior college), dance mom, basketball mom, tutor, you get my drift…
I’m a self-professed Superwoman and sometimes I think that I take on extra tasks just to see if I can outdo myself. Seriously, I don’t think I’ve uttered the word “no” in so long that my lips and tongue may not even know how to form the shape needed to successfully say the word.
Yesterday, I excitedly pressed the submit button to turn in my portfolio to my advisor! Boom! A whole week early! Superwoman has done it again!! Time to celebrate! Then, just as my toe was pointed, lifted, and headed into the right grapevine to begin the electric slide, I heard the buzz of my iPhone indicating that I had received an email.
The email was not one I was expecting. Not at all. It was a message from my advisor asking me to set up a call with her to discuss my portfolio. Seems that it needed a little more work. Why I initially got so upset, I’m still trying to figure that out. When I got off the phone and truly evaluated how much time I’ve spent working on the project, I felt silly that I, even for one second, got offended.
I’m a teacher. If I don’t know anything, I know that teachers have the gift that tells them when students hurriedly complete assignments so as not to interfere with the other things that they have going on in their lives. Why would I think this instance would be any different?
I stand corrected. I stand corrected that I can slip some work by a teacher and he accept it as my best because I’ve submitted nothing but my best all semester long. I also stand corrected in thinking that I’m Superwoman. I’m figuring out that being a jack of all trades makes me the master of none. At this very moment, I’m making a list. I’m going to check it twice. I’m erasing all the things that prohibit me from having the best life possible.