Moving on...

This week I taught my last class as art teacher in my small private school.  It was a difficult decision to move on from this place but in the end I found myself distracted from my duties as a teacher to my own work at home as an artist.  During the past ten years, I have to say, that I learned as much as I hope my students have.

I made the choice to become an art teacher at the age of 45, at a time when I lost the incentive it takes to work at my own projects.  So, I thought, why not share what I can do with young people.  Since I had my BFA, I entered a certification program in Art Education.  I was the oldest student in the program and, let me tell you, I never worked so hard!  Writing countless lessons, papers, studying procedures, management and so on.   This lead to walking into my first class at age 48.  Yes, I was nervous and yes, I learned a lot as I went.  But I gained so much.  Teaching brought me back to a love of creating again, trying media I never worked with before and a renewed interest in Art History.

So now, at age 58, it's time to see what I can do as a painter, dig in my gardens more, travel more with my husband, and read that long list of books on my amazon account!

To the Class of 2012, who may be following this blog, thank you for a terrific year.  You are a great group of young adults and it was my pleasure to work with you.  We all are approaching changes in our lives, but these are good changes and exciting prospects.
The best of luck to you in high school and beyond.

Mrs. T.