The last time I updated this blog, I was counting the days until our move up north. Clearly, I have been too busy to even update this blog- it's been crazy!
Let's start with the move. I believe I will go into detail of the move in another post, but just know that due to my Type-A personality, it went incredibly smooth. We were packed up sooner than planned, and headed out a half-day early, giving us a night at my Grandma's house. Who doesn't love a night at Grandma's house?!
Once we made it up north, Jake started his new job. Like the day after we moved he started working. No wiggle room there, but I was on summer vacation and had time to do whatever was needed. As any new job goes, he was the quiet observer learning the ropes. He has since fit in quite nicely there! He enjoys his coworkers, and really does like the work he has to do. He's looking forward to moving up with the company!
While we were settling in, I was looking into subbing in the District where I grew up- a step in the direction of getting a contract there. This, of course, was the original reason we decided to move up north, and it was seeming to come along nicely. Meanwhile, our living situation wasn't exactly what we thought it would be, and we were getting restless (and uncomfortable).
After a crazy series of events, we were suddenly unpacking (again) in a new apartment (emphasis on the
new) with my brother, Daniel. Turns out he needed a place to live and some roommates, and Jake wanted a particular apartment with a fantastic kitchen that just happened to be 2 bedrooms and slightly out of our price range. But, more unpacking... boo.
While unpacking, a funny thing happened. I got a call from the School District. Was I still interested in getting hired? Of course! I wanted to sub every day if I could! Interview 3 days from now? No problem, I could handle that. I said I would be there, and they started to explain the job... the full-year job. What was I interviewing for now? Oh, I was sure I'd get clarification on the interview.
And that I did. The job is for the whole year, they said. I had a fantastic interview, thanks to my extensive practice during grad school. Or was it because I was clicking well with the interviewers? No matter, I thought, I'm sure there are a dozen people interviewing. I thought I was a long shot, and that I would have a week or so to think about it.
I was wrong.
I got a call the next morning offering me the job, in too many words. I accepted. Then I freaked out for accepting. What was I getting myself into? I wasn't ready! School had already started without me!
Well, it's been 10 weeks and they haven't given me the boot yet. I'm enjoying myself, as much work as it is, and I'm fitting in well. My apartment may take a year to fully come together, but I am a real teacher. And you know what? Every doubt I have had in the past 10 years about becoming a teacher has faded. No matter how much my kids misbehave, roll their eyes, or fail their tests, I know that I am where I'm supposed to be.
It may not be a glamorous job, but it's my calling. I amy never become rich, but I bet I will have more funny work stories that most rich people out there.
Now I get to act like a teacher and count down the days until Christmas Break.
49 days you say? I'll take it.
