October, by far one of the best months to call the mountains home, has been insanely busy; not that I really care, but I had to google who won the World Series. And thank heavens, the peak was late this year or I would have completely missed it. I regret that the last pd institute occurred in a month that made it hard for me to stay present and savor the last big hurrah of my Kenan Fellowship experience. So as I try to reflect, I find myself struggling to articulate what this experience has meant to me.
But last night I found myself looking for my next fellowship. When I applied for this fellowship, I loved my job as an ESL teacher. The relationships you form when working with English Learners are long-term and lasting even after the students have graduated and moved onto new phases of their lives. Maybe it’s short-sighted of me, but I cannot envision replacing those connections in my new job as an instructional coach.
By the time I was selected as Kenan Fellow, I’d made the decision to step out of the classroom. I was thinking that maybe it was time to explore a doctorate degree in either educational leadership or curriculum and instruction. I figured I use this year to learn the ropes of the new job , complete the Kenan Fellowship, and research doctoral programs.
Then came the third and final professional development institute with its focus on educational policy and I was captivated. So much so, that to my own surprise, it’s causing me to pause and rethink my next steps. I think I will explore the concept of educational policy a little more before I make a commitment to a doctoral program.
Which brings me back to the original question – what has this experience meant to me? I continue to share all the amazing ideas, resources, and strategies I gather from my fellowship with other teachers. And I’m recruiting teachers I encounter in my district and region that have that drive, that creativity, that je ne sais quoi … to explore the Kenan Fellowship. Vamanos, Region 8.
But with regards to how this experience will impact my future, I’ll defer to Mr. Frost to articulate so much more eloquently than I could hope to.
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.