Entry #1 Christian Teacher in First Nations Schools Journey to Forgiveness
For the first time since i've married a First Nation's man, and live and work in First Nations schools alongside him for the last 12 years, I'm actually at the point where I wonder how much more I can take.
It's the same thing year in and year out.
The only thing keeping me going is Faith. I sign a contract each year by faith. I sign it, kicking and screaming. But I sign it because I believe one day my faith will be sight.
I'm ready to tell my story.
I'll write a little every day. Maybe someone out there wants to join me on my journey. We'll see how this turns out.
"You can't treat my kid like that! This is not a residential school!"
The irate parent screamed at the first year teacher who shot back in controlled anger.
"What do you mean, residential school? What are you talking about? There's no residential school here."
That teacher never did finish his year. He got on a plane before his contract ended and never looked back. I've often wondered why they come up here. I know why I did. I didn't want it to be the reason. I said it wasn't the reason. But I ended up in FN (First Nations) communities for the same reason mostly everyone else is. I needed the job.