Calm, warm Sunday.
I’m sitting at church, Darco is teaching a Sunday School class (incredible how much she’s grown), and I’m plotting out life in my head.
Love my NumShirt!
Pieces of life swirl together, more and more of them are coming together. Darco starts her new position on Monday, meaning she’ll be carpooling with me to work from now on (that’s how close my school is to her new store). I’ll know tomorrow what I’ll need to do to apply for the full time IA position at the school, and will begin the process of becoming a full time district employee.
With the apartment lease up in May we’ll finally move to the city from where we currently reside. I’ll keep running, and hoping that Darco will join me, in the amount of free time through the week. We’ll start the process of enrolling me in a new college class to begin the reinstatement of my teaching certificate, so that I’m ready for the classroom come August of 2015. We’ll keep working with area families on a new church plant, and I’ll keep working with a local brewery on their marketability.
All the pieces are coming together to where “adulthood” will actually begin.
What. A. Week.
Crazy happy it’s Friday with no plans on Saturday (morning). Today I filled for a IA at the same middle school I’ve been at for…nearing five weeks now. The position I filled was actually held by the individual who is now the new science teacher.
I have little to no experience working in special education. Easily it’s the weakest area for me within the world of education. So, only through God’s humor, would it make sense for me to be in the IA (paraprofessional) position today. Of course, this also came with a frequent question:
Why don’t you just take over this IA position and work for the district?
I was informed today that as long as all the paperwork checks out I would be a primary selection for the job, with the expectation of having a real classroom at the beginning of the ’15-’16 school year.
It’s not easy, and this is something way out of my comfort zone. However, it’s an educational piece I need before actually teaching.
Why is it that the male peacock flares out its plumes?
We were discussing adaptation in my last day of lecture in science today. Learning that species either adapt to survive…or die. It was during this class, third hour specifically, that a student raised their hand with a response. Continue reading →
There’s a couch in the front of the church that Darco and I attend. It’s grey, themed with the carpet and accented by the red chairs.
Darco is teaching Sunday School, 5 year olds to be precise, the atrium is filled with football scores and school scandals…some things just can’t be ignored.
I am an alien, a foreigner to this place. I do not exist in this realm, spinning webs of a world that I do not partake in. It’s about contests and competitions, winning, losing, and finding truth between the lies. As the sojourner I merely observe, finding struggles of integration. Perhaps I’m in need of rehabilitation, finding ways to operate within this space.
Instead, it only takes one, two individuals to speak with a forced sense of communication for me to relocate back to reality. Listening to their fears, concerns, and their heart reminds me that I’m human after all.
I’ve been in the teacher’s shoes now. Being sick (cold), and still needing to be in class. I’m on my third week of class at a local middle school. I’ve been running off a diet of Day-Quil with a side of Ny-Quil. It’s working, but by night time I’m spent (I’m falling asleep while typing this).
Friday is my last day in my current position (unless told otherwise). I’m already becoming sad at the notion of having to move on, and back to bouncing around as a sub.
Free time: Making selfie signs...
Sure, some folks say, “Be prepared to stay”, but sadly…I’m not really a qualified teacher, at all. There’s no real reason why a district would want to keep me versus starving post-college educators that are desperate. Just my two cents. It makes me sad. I love what I’m doing, but the truth is what I offer isn’t necessarily enough. Yes, I pray that a miracle occurs, but I also fight to keep my heart safe. When it comes to employment I’m tired of not being good enough.