Last Tuesday morning, I took a deep breath before walking through the main door of the school. I was there to say goodbye to the kids I had taught Spanish to, albeit a bit prematurely.
See, I had just been fired from the Spanish Specialist position the week prior. Which was totally fine because deep down inside, I really didn’t want to be doing this any longer. Being let go was the best thing that could have happened. I literally feel 20lbs lighter. But still, I wanted to say goodbye to the kids. Get some closure.
I’ll never forget that time back in 2011, when in the magical land of Brooklyn, I took my first Bikram class with a teacher that will remain unnamed. Let me be clear, this wasn’t my first class. At that point, I’d been practicing Bikram yoga for about 4 years, and teaching it for about 3. No, this story is about the first time I took class with said teacher. And the wild way in which my life changed.