My diploma FINALLY got to me last Wednesday. Everything was already official (May 14 I got my Teacher's License - that was pretty sweet) but holding that diploma just made it feel like my next chapter is officially beginning.
I have had 4 interviews in the last week and a half. Crazy. Completely crazy. I got a call Tuesday July 24 for an interview on Wednesday. Then I got a call that Friday for an interview the following Monday. Before my interview last Monday I got a call for an interview last Wednesday. It was like bam bam bam! Those three interviews were for a teaching position and two assistant positions. This past Friday comes close to topping the list of craziest days of my life. Here's what happened.
I was supposed to get a call from Scottsburg Elementary about my interview with them last Wednesday (for an aid position). I opened the Y Friday morning, had my phone right next to me all morning. I got off work at 12:30 and still hadn't heard from SES. I went to my dad's to chill for a little while, hoping they'd call...never did. I planned to go to the Y to work out at 4:00. It was getting closer to 3:00 and I still hadn't heard from them. 4 teaching positions had been posted on the school district website between my interview Wednesday afternoon and Friday morning. I was so anxious, waiting for this phone call...I decided to get ahold of one of my teachers from high school (whose husband is our Assistant Superintendent) to ask her what I should do to let SES know I was interested in the teaching positions that had been posted. So began the texting.
I text her asking what she thought I should do.
She responds, telling me she thought they were interviewing today and she asked if I had an interview.
I text her back saying no, and told her what I interviewed for Wednesday.
She text me back saying Marc (her hubby) thought I had an interview Friday.
So at this point, I decided to call her...it was a little after 3:30. She answers with, "You're supposed to be in an interview right now." My heart dropped nearly through my living room floor. I sat down, started crying, and asked her what she was talking about because I had never been contacted about an interview at all. She gave me Marc's number and told me to call him. I called him and said, "So I guess I'm supposed to be sitting in front of you right now in an interview..." and he said, "Yeah the 4 people interviewing are waiting for you right now..." I told him I was never contacted. He proceeded to ask me where I was, if I was close by, and I said I could be there in 10 minutes. So I hung up, jumped up, grabbed my interview outfit and changed faster than I ever have in my life. Picture this: My hair was in a super messy ponytail, I had on no makeup, I was crying...not a pretty sight. I called him back to ask where I was going for the interview (good question, right?) and he answered kind of chuckling, told me to stay calm, not to stress, it was going to be alright. I jumped in my truck, call Zach, hysterical, and then Marc calls me back. The lady who was scheduled after me was there, they were interviewing her, I had 15 minutes to get there and I'd be fine. So I turned around, threw some makeup on, and praised God for not having a big kink in my hair from my ponytail holder and was able to take it down and not look like such a bum! So I got to the interview, and a lady comes out to get me, and says, "Did I not call you yesterday?" and I just shook my head. She apologized and I went into the interview, about to pee my pants and hyperventilate at the same time, but it was all good. I met the new people, saw the SES principal again, and as soon as I sat down he said, "Well, the reason I didn't call you this morning was because I thought I'd be seeing you this afternoon. But if it calms your nerves at all, if one of these positions doesn't work out for you, you have the Title 1 Tutor position that you interviewed for on Wednesday." Talk about taking the pressure off! I was so excited. It made the interview so much easier and less stressful. I think it went well. We'll see on Thursday. They may need up to 4 new teachers...depending on registration this week. 2 of the positions are 2nd grade positions...
My first interview, almost 2 weeks ago, I will find out about tomorrow. It's near Evansville. It's where I want to be. I don't want to be 2 hours away from Zach anymore. It sucks. He came over this weekend and it was fantastic. We got to talk so much about last week, this week, what it all means for us and our future. This next year or so is going to be hard, and quite frankly, I think it's going to suck. I have been begging God for a big neon sign about what to do with all of these interviews, where He wants me to be. I think I got my big neon sign on Friday. If you remember how my Myanmar mission trip worked out, this reminds me of that...things just don't happen like that. Who happens to be talking to the Asst. Super.'s wife, only to find out they had an interview that they weren't informed about, and then gets there to learn the person who was supposed to go after them was in a hurry and it worked out better for her to get interviewed earlier...things like that don't happen for no good reason. No, I don't want to particularly be here, yes because Zach is not here. But there are so many things lining up just so, that I would be lying if I said I didn't think God wanted me here for some reason. I'm anxiously awaiting this phone call tomorrow about my first interview. I don't know what I'm going to do if they offer me a job. I really don't. Part of me wants them to call and say sorry but we hired someone else. Obviously a big part of me wants to be there. But the biggest part of me wants to do what God wants me to do, even though it's not what I want. All summer He has been teaching me and reminding me that He has a good plan for my life, He's not ever going to leave me, and He loves me even what I don't love Him like I should. If He wants me to teach at SES for a year or so, I know He has a good reason. I may not see it right away, because I am just now seeing why He wanted me at the Y this summer, but I know from my entire life of experience that God reveals His plans in His timing, and often the reasoning comes later.
I'm going to conquer this whole patience thing before it's all over with...
