First of all, all apologies for the lack of posts but let me explain what has gone down in the past few weeks.
That picture there? That’s my whistle. I felt really really prepared after my graduation party because so many of my really great mentors bought me supplies that you need but don’t know you need. The one thing I didn’t get was a playground whistle, The Boyfriend brought this home for me as a surprise the other day. I think it’s a sign that I’m ready.
After almost 2 years of searching, I have finally found a teaching job. I am beyond thrilled to finally get to use my degree and be back in a classroom actually doing what I’ve always wanted to do. The job does require a big move back to the home state, but even with that I could not be happier to have found a district where so far the administration and staff has been so wonderfully amazing to me that I don’t think I could have found a better place to teach. I told one of my professors about the district I was hired in and she wrote back telling me she was “amazed I got a job there!” and she was “SO IMPRESSED!” I think I have found an excellent home for my first year of teaching and hopefully for years to come.
This has not, however, come without a massive amount of stress. The Boyfriend is very happy in his job and has not yet decided if he is going to make that move back with me. I completely respect this decision. Due to some circumstances and choices that were made that are completely beyond my control, I will not be embarking on another long distance relationship with The Boyfriend, so this move could possibly mean I have to change his name on my blog.
I am sad to leave Seattle and I am sad that this could mean what it means, but let’s talk about this…
I did not decide I wanted to teach a few years ago when I started college, or late in high school, or whatever. I told my family, and anyone who would listen, when I was 7 years old that all I wanted to do was be a teacher and I have stuck with that through the years. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do and all I’ve ever worked for. When you work for something most of your life, you get really good at it, and I am. I’m really good at teaching, not to toot my own horn, but I’m awesome at what I do. It is the only thing I’ve ever been able to say “yeah, I’m really good at this and I’m probably more awesome at it than anyone you know.” haha, okay, so I probably wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m better than everyone else, but I think good teachers really honestly feel like that is what they want to do, all they want to do, and that they are good at what they do. The fact is, I was up here for almost 2 years and in that time span I got 2 interviews and was not offered either job. Just because I have a degree does not mean that I am going to get a job, that isn’t the case anywhere. In fact, I have several friends in Kansas that graduated at the same time as me and STILL don’t have a job. Teaching is no longer the profession that you get a degree and you’re guaranteed a position somewhere, anywhere. That just isn’t how it works now. In the course of the 4 years I have dated The Boyfriend every decision that was made was made because of his career and his choices and what was best for him. At this point in my life, I have to start making decisions for me, I have to have a job, I have to have a career. I haven’t had insurance for 2 years now. I don’t have a retirement plan. I don’t have anything.
Then! THEN THERE IS THE ISSUE OF EVERYONE THINKING I’M GOING TO BE BORED OUT OF MY MIND BACK IN THE HOME STATE. Let’s address this because it seems like half the people in my world are so sure that this will happen. First of all, your first years of teaching you don’t have time to be bored. Your first years of teaching are all school all the time. Especially since I’ll be teaching a grade I’ve never taught before. The learning curve on this job is going to be insane. I also know that if you know me at all you know I lead the worlds most active life here in Seattle. This is because I’ve spent the last 2 years absolutely miserable. I am not a bored person by nature. I grew up in a small town and I made the best of that. I lived in that state for 24 years and very very rarely do I remember being “bored.” I think it was said best by The Grandmother…”Only boring people are bored.” And that has been the case the past couple years, I’ve been a boring person. I worked an awful job that didn’t care about their employees at all and I lost that job and moved on to a job that was sporadic and required me to drive almost 100 miles every day back and forth through traffic for a minuscule paycheck. Seattle did not give me the chance to be happy in a job and things have happened that have caused me to be a little unhappy in general. The fact is, I need to do something for me for the first time.
Besides, let’s talk about my family. I am going to regret this one later but, dangit, I LIKE MY FAMILY. They are weird and insane and sarcastic and sometimes a giant pain in my butt, but I love them! AND NOT BECAUSE I HAVE TO! I love them because they can remind me of things like that time The Brother was fishing and hooked me in the head and The Cousin from “the other side” went running like crazy to get our parents and tell them I WAS DYING! DYING! OH NO SHE’S DYING!
Or how The Orchard Uncle wets the bed when he plays in the campfire because that’s what The Grandpa always said would happen.
Or that time The Republi-Dad wet the bed THAT WE WERE SHARING at the campout. STUPID CAMPFIRES.
(sorry family that I just told the internet about your bed-wetting habits…)
Embarassing or not, I love those people. You know it’s real love when my Aunt has thrown every graduation party I’ve ever had without complaint, without payment, without anything. It needed to be done and she did it and I’m so grateful for that. I like those people and I like that they are there for me without question. Sorry, Seattle, but you don’t offer me that in the least.
FACT: The Hillbilly Cousin and his wife just had their second child yesterday. I still haven’t met their first child.
FACT: I missed my family’s Christmas because there was a snowstorm and they had to reschedule it for after I left.
FACT: My Orchard family celebrated their 30th anniversary with our traditional Family Campout and I had to miss it…again.
FACT: My niece is playing soccer and I’m not even going to have the chance to see 1 game.
I understand that most people don’t care about this stuff, not most, but some, but I do! I sent The Awesome Cousin’s stepson cookies overnight for his class party BECAUSE I LIKE DOING THINGS FOR THEM. I like to help out, I like to be that cool cousin that does stuff.
In closing, I don’t really know the future of FTHW. I know over the next few weeks I’ll have some posts because THE REPUBLI-DAD WILL BE HERE SOON and I’ve already come up with one heck of a menu for him. And maybe once I make the big move back I’ll have to post about how I have to eat red meat and meat in general again because I’ll be poor and The Republi-Dad has offered to send me on my way with some of the meat in his freezer (as well as some spaghetti, and I’m sure I can talk him into freezing me some chili too…) Maybe the Repuli-Dad can guest post?! That’d be fun right?!
Wow…This was long. But now you all know, internet, you know, I love my family, I’m moving back, and I have a teaching job. GET EXCITED MIDDLE AMERICA. Oh! and if you come to visit me, we’ll road trip to get Colorado Burritos.
Bryce Avary? Are you there? Are your crappy pop punk lyrics singing about me? haha, please enjoy.