Once upon a time, when I was much younger, naive, and frankly…dumb, I got involved in an event in high school that resulted in a threat of suspension. Another student had posted on their locker (this is circa 2004) a lengthy explanation of why they did not agree with our government being involved in Iraq. Continue reading
Just putting up the honesty here…
I’m a little people’d out today. Give up? Not even close. Need a nice, long workout?
I still remember the time like it was a ‘flashbulb memory’…
Alone, around 3:30 AM, I sat in the office inside the underground apartment that I had called home for nearly six months. I didn’t have a job, and throughout the night to combat the lacking of sleepiness (because I was doing nothing with my life), I would fill out teaching applications.
- Log on to the site that had all school teaching positions open
- Locate schools that were looking for social studies teachers
- Access their website
- Print off their application
- Start typing
I lost count at 92 applications. My wife had already given up on me teaching, I had started to work at Subway, and every-so-often I would go and substitute teach at a local school. I’d hear teachers comment on openings, wondering if I was applying, and it was the same dog-and-pony trick every week.
It wears on an individual to want to teach, but to never be qualified for a school. By qualified I mean that I didn’t know the right people. I’d given up on coaching, my own room, stability, all of it…and that was before the divorce.
I only paint this rather strange picture, because five years later in my living room I clicked “submit” all over again. Now, Facebook is an IPO, Twitter exists, and my phone can easily replace a desktop computer. Even stranger, I didn’t just send in an application off a whim, I was ‘encouraged’ by individuals at school today to follow the protocol and submit an application.
Yes, you read that correctly, after two and a half years I just submitted an official application to teach in the school I’ve been in and out of for the past several semesters.
I’m nervous. I’m anxious. I’m so excited.
Praying that this one will be right…
There’s something to be said about the education system, long paid breaks, and God’s plan.
I’m just peaking into the summer with curiosity…
There’s a plan in motion…
I can feel it…
Productive day during this break from school. Cleaned the kitchen, made juice, cleaned the kitchen again, had lunch, and started dinner. The cloudy, cool, damp day wanted to keep me indoors, but thankfully Jim popped over to get me out of the apartment (flat on the Mazda3 needed to be changed out).
Afterwards, I felt the sudden inspiration to run “stadiums” (running up and down the flights of steps at a local football field) for my workout. I had forgotten that technically Thursday’s are my day of rest from running. Darco was gone for the day and night, so truly the day was up to me. Two hours later I finished my workout, grabbed coffee (haven’t had that in nearly a week), and headed home.
Finished my rehab workouts from my doctor, and hopped in the shower (shame on me, it had been two days). Upon finishing I checked on the dinner that I had started; a crock pot variety of chicken soup with gluten free pasta noodles.
Now? I’m sitting comfortably on the couch, preparing to watch a new episode of Arrow, iced coffee on the table, chicken soup in a bowl, and a calm glow from the lamp in the living room.
Truly, this is the best day of spring break to date.
Oh yeah…the department of education also said today that I qualify for a provisional social studies middle school certification without having to take their content examination!
I wish I could claim 100% Irish blood, but sadly I can’t. Truly, I am a mutt. However, that doesn’t mean I can’t have a good time.
It was so encouraging to see my friends at Rock & Run Brewery dealing with a packed house on a Tuesday night. They’ve become quite the staple for the northern realm of the city.
A car bomb later Darco and I enjoyed the night with friends, laughs, and a few pints.
I have no complaints getting in touch with my family’s strange history.
That much closer.
I’ve taken the college course.
I’ve submitted my transcripts.
I’ve requested a review for new certification based off education.
I’ve “unofficially” passed the professional knowledge test set by the state for middle school.
I’m so ready for a contract.
He keeps me patient and hungry.