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Apr. 22nd, 2007 06:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
songspinnerLittle sis' is going to probably take an assistant professorship or some such thing at her current university down in southern California, so I can relax somewhat - she's not moving to Wales (she applied to Cardiff) and she'll be within driving distance in emergencies. I still wish she'd gotten the job that was opening in town here at the university, but oh well. A job is good. And hopefully an apartment bigger than a postage stamp, with an actual kitchen.
Now if one of the 20 some-odd jobs I'm applying for this week will turn out to be the one I get, I can relax the rest of the way on this. More hoops to jump through in this state as a teacher than if I were a trained seal, truly. And each hoop costs money, unsurprisingly. With luck, they'll accept that I'll have the second credential by the end of the summer, as that gives me more options of jobs for which I qualify.
Trying to do my job now while preparing to leave what I love (not to mention trying to apply for new positions elsewhere) is really, truly difficult. People are concerned and keep asking me where I'll be working next year, and I have no answer for them. There are times when I want to cry in a corner, but I can't do that on the job. I look at the view out my classroom window and realize how much I took it for granted, not to mention the kids I love seeing and who come back to bug me even after they're out of my classroom. (I had actual hand and noseprints on the window in my door this week from when a bunch of them wanted to watch a science project from the hallway on their break; they remembered doing it two years before with me.)
Off to houseclean to the sound of my daughter practicing with her math facts flashcards.
Now if one of the 20 some-odd jobs I'm applying for this week will turn out to be the one I get, I can relax the rest of the way on this. More hoops to jump through in this state as a teacher than if I were a trained seal, truly. And each hoop costs money, unsurprisingly. With luck, they'll accept that I'll have the second credential by the end of the summer, as that gives me more options of jobs for which I qualify.
Trying to do my job now while preparing to leave what I love (not to mention trying to apply for new positions elsewhere) is really, truly difficult. People are concerned and keep asking me where I'll be working next year, and I have no answer for them. There are times when I want to cry in a corner, but I can't do that on the job. I look at the view out my classroom window and realize how much I took it for granted, not to mention the kids I love seeing and who come back to bug me even after they're out of my classroom. (I had actual hand and noseprints on the window in my door this week from when a bunch of them wanted to watch a science project from the hallway on their break; they remembered doing it two years before with me.)
Off to houseclean to the sound of my daughter practicing with her math facts flashcards.
