But lately, the writer has become restless. I've neglected that part of myself for too long and it has become time to merge the two and become not just a writer and not just a teacher but a Writer/Teacher. My identity reflections are far from over as figuring out who I am and what that means will be (and should be) a lifelong journey. But I am comfortable slipping my writer identity back on now because I see all the others I wear along with it and I see how those identities shape not just how I teach, but also how I write.
Last night, I attended a job fair put on by my school. We are just about three months away from finishing our program and we are turning our attention toward where we will be working as full-fledged teachers this fall. I spoke with several schools that I was interested in and had positions I could see myself potentially filling. But there was one school in particular who was not just interested in who I was as a teacher, but also as a writer. As I was talking about how my writer identity fit with my teacher identity, I felt something click. I was so excited about the prospect of teaching writing and literature to middle schoolers. I could hear that little voice inside saying, "Yessssssssssss. . . this is who I am." Without writing, I don't feel complete. It feels good to be back.