Double O C. Out of control. (Thanks Maddawgs for the standardized abbreviation.) I'm certain that there will be points of life later on that seem much more out of control than the present circumstances. In fact, I'm quite certain that this will look calm in comparison to the following weeks.
However, that does not alter the fact that at this moment life does seem very much out of control. Nearly every aspect of my life, or at least the details contained therein, is out of my hands- the largest of which is still the lovely unemployment which consistently looms over my head and haunts me at the most awful times. :P
I'm entirely unable to plan my days for the [welcomed] interruptions of late notice interviews. And, truth be told, I was handling it all as well as could be expected until yesterday. Monday afternoon mom, KK, and I drove down to Upland and spent the night so I could be at the high school for my interview by 9. It all went smoothly and according to plan. We even had time to spend with Amo on Monday night. The interview went well, I enjoyed meeting the principal and assistant principal and seeing the school. But a 10-hour round trip in the car in less than 30 hours took a toll.
Then this morning I received a surprise call from a MI school. I submitted an application nearly a month ago and had assumed the position had been filled. Apparently not. I'm driving out tomorrow morning for an interview. Oh boy.
And of course this is all immediately following my Sunday night return from dear Amy and Lance's wedding. That event was entirely beautiful in every possible aspect. Naturally, it will require further discussion at a latter point in time.
yet despite all the uncertainty, my interview yesterday reminded me of something very important. I love high school. I love high school students. And I cannot wait to teach. Even in the frustrations of countless applications, interviews, and spontaneous travels that still remains the same.
Life is so up in the air that sometimes I wonder if all the pieces will settle again... and if they do, will they fall where I want them to?
2 comments:
roommate, i miss you and i know exactly how you feel. and it sucks. people can talk all they want about God teaching us patience or trust or whatever, but it still sucks.
however, i also want you to remember something...you were born to teach. you love high school and high schoolers, and you are absolutely, and in every sense of the word, called to teach. it'll happen, and you'll be amazing.
ps - we need to talk (like for real on the phone). it's been too long. i love you!
ps - this is the first time i posted b/c i just realized that i could w/my gmail....
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