Brakke on the day before her first day of teaching in 1999.
Dear Mr. Adcock & Mr. Ramey,
It is with a very heavy heart (and after a lot of long hours full of tears) that I am writing to you to resign as an 8th grade Language Arts teacher at Henderson Middle School.
I sent this letter on July 25th, 2001. The recipients were my superintendent and principal, both of whom were more gracious and kind to this new teacher—a newcomer in nearly every definition of the word—than I likely deserved. I know the exact date because I’ve kept a copy of this letter at hand for nearly thirteen years now, so that I can keep close to my head and my heart what I felt on that summer day. Sadness. Guilt. Commitment. Gratitude.
Recently, I wrote about the importance of teacher recruitment, but noted it was just part of the equation of ensuring that our public schools thrive and adapt to the needs of students today. Another part: keeping talented educators in classrooms and schools for the long term.
Admittedly, as you just read in my resignation letter, I’m speaking as someone who left the classroom after a few short years of teaching. For me, the reasons to leave were profoundly personal and likely right at the time—yet it is truthfully the decision I question most from my past. What would be different in my life today had I stayed? How would it have felt to see my eighth graders all the way through to high school graduation five days a week rather than flying in a few times a year for homecomings, short visits, and finally, justly, to watch them walk across the stage?