The Last 10 Weeks
It has recently come to my attention that I am not what one would call an "avid" blogger. More specifically, I have been told that I "suck" at updating this. And this by BOTH of my two readers. An example: I sent Michael some news a few weeks late, stating that I had tried to send out a big email about the new plans in my life but that my computer had not wanted to cooperate (it is a piece of crap and anyone who has met it would agree... two weeks ago the screen began to fall off but I can still use it at times). He said to me "If only there were a means by which you could post your thoughts and plans on the internet for many people to see." Tou She (spelling?), Michael.
So, here's a quick update on my life:
1. In March I went to Virginia to visit friends, and I am not going to lie. More specifically I went to see the boy of all friends, Weston. It was a good time, but leaving was very sad. Very sad indeed. I cried. I know you are all shocked about that one. Weston and I had decided to stay on our respective sides of the nation for yet another year, he in the blue dot in a red state (Charlottesville) and myself in the land of sunshine and cactus (Phoenix).
2. Boo hoo. Lots of worry and wonder. What to do? What to do? To quote a student at my school, "I am doomed! Doomed!"... maybe it wasn't that dramatic. Life went on. I realized I was OK and still having fun, but you know what... Cross country skiing is hard enough. I did not care to partake in the challenging sport of cross country dating for yet another year. So, Weston and I decided to think and discuss. For all you teachers out there, one might call it a think-pair-share.
3. We examined many an option. I continued to figure out how to get my Arizona Teacher Certification finalized. I went to take those big tests that take up an entire precious Saturday of my life. I sat there writing essays about educational philosophy, teaching strategies, and answering multiple choice questions about what to do if I child is wheelchair bound. It was a long day. I was not even allowed to bring SNACKS into testing.
4. I got in my car and made a decision. I was moving back to Virginia.
5. Wham! I told Weston, told mom and dad, told my roommates, found jobs to apply for, applied for one, school school school started going nuts (what had happened to the children?), flew to Virginia to look for an apartment and to look for a job.
6. On Friday, 2 minutes before an IEP meeting I was offered a job with a great rural school district teaching elementary school special education. And now I begin the task of seeing if I will take it.
So, things are hectic but good. While the process of deciding and moving is somewhat shocking and stressful and sad, the actual outcome is one with which I feel very comfortable.
I look forward to the vibrant yet small city of Charlottesville.
I look forward to seeing my friends and family on a more regular basis.
I look forward to living at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains and working in a peaceful and quiet place where people love kids.
I look forward to seeing Weston and being with him.
I would say, things are looking pretty good right about now.
So, here's a quick update on my life:
1. In March I went to Virginia to visit friends, and I am not going to lie. More specifically I went to see the boy of all friends, Weston. It was a good time, but leaving was very sad. Very sad indeed. I cried. I know you are all shocked about that one. Weston and I had decided to stay on our respective sides of the nation for yet another year, he in the blue dot in a red state (Charlottesville) and myself in the land of sunshine and cactus (Phoenix).
2. Boo hoo. Lots of worry and wonder. What to do? What to do? To quote a student at my school, "I am doomed! Doomed!"... maybe it wasn't that dramatic. Life went on. I realized I was OK and still having fun, but you know what... Cross country skiing is hard enough. I did not care to partake in the challenging sport of cross country dating for yet another year. So, Weston and I decided to think and discuss. For all you teachers out there, one might call it a think-pair-share.
3. We examined many an option. I continued to figure out how to get my Arizona Teacher Certification finalized. I went to take those big tests that take up an entire precious Saturday of my life. I sat there writing essays about educational philosophy, teaching strategies, and answering multiple choice questions about what to do if I child is wheelchair bound. It was a long day. I was not even allowed to bring SNACKS into testing.
4. I got in my car and made a decision. I was moving back to Virginia.
5. Wham! I told Weston, told mom and dad, told my roommates, found jobs to apply for, applied for one, school school school started going nuts (what had happened to the children?), flew to Virginia to look for an apartment and to look for a job.
6. On Friday, 2 minutes before an IEP meeting I was offered a job with a great rural school district teaching elementary school special education. And now I begin the task of seeing if I will take it.
So, things are hectic but good. While the process of deciding and moving is somewhat shocking and stressful and sad, the actual outcome is one with which I feel very comfortable.
I look forward to the vibrant yet small city of Charlottesville.
I look forward to seeing my friends and family on a more regular basis.
I look forward to living at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains and working in a peaceful and quiet place where people love kids.
I look forward to seeing Weston and being with him.
I would say, things are looking pretty good right about now.
posted by Morris Mathews at 12:04 PM
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