So I wrote it off in my head. I know I did becuase when I got home, I packed a few boxes, hemmed and hawed a bit and sat in front of the computer doing spelling bees and telling myself that if something did turn up on Monday, I would have plenty of time to do the things I needed to do. But I was wrong.
I got the JOB!!!!!!!!! They called me this afternoon and offered it to me saying they thought I would fit in with their English team just swimmingly. And, just like that, my whole world became a dizzy array of packing, frantic sorting, phone calls and moments of OH MY GOD!! We had to quickly decide where we were going to live (with my in-laws until we could afford a mortgage up there--3-6 months TOPS), what we were going to do with this place (leave all our non-essential shit here until we find a place to move it all to) and when we were going to move up (Sunday the 22nd, by the sounds of it). All other things kind of ground to a halt.
So. I am going to teach high school English to gr 9,10 and 11 next semester. High school. Good GRIEF! Am I really ready to make the intellectual leap from preschool to high school? Can I really do this?
The answer, of course, is I have to try. If I dont, I will never know what I am capable of. I have landed cushy job after cushy job and there havent been a whole lot of challenge in them. I've gotten by on sheer luck and inertia so far and now the time has come to test the mettle. I am pretty sure that I will be OK. In fact, I will be goddamn spectacular. I cant afford to be anything but. I have a career and at last my hours will begin to add up on my teaching certificate!
I will spend my 29th birthday observing high school exams and soaking it all in. It is a brilliantly exciting and terrifying all in the same breath.
Thank you to everyone who sent well-wishes and prayers and good mojo. Keep 'em coming, the tough times are still ahead!
12:53 a.m. - 2006-01-16