and no, I DID NOT save a "bunch" of money on my car insurance.
It's better. It turns out that, despite having been told last year that my reading endorsement did not transfer to Florida, it actually HAS transferred. Hallelujah! This means that in just a mere two years I can be a...
Literacy Specialist!
Translation: I could make 1,500 dollars more per year on the average teacher's pay scale and actually leave school at OH MY GOODNESS...
3:00. (Do you hear angels singing? Cuz I do!)
Will that job be as fulfilling? Doubtful. Will I get to be as creative? No. Is it what I really want to do? Not really.
But I DO WANT TO WORK 40 hours per week, not 37 paid + 20 more unpaid.
Just a thought. A possible future plan.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Florida...Forever?
Funny how your life can change with just one simple statement
that begins with, "We were wondering if John might
be interested in a job..."
P L A N S
You'd think I would know by now that plans never go according to plan. I've always been fairly open to new things, whether they are exciting, boring, new or old. I thought John and I would live here in Florida for 3 years--five years max. Knowing that our three years was almost up, I had already begun to detach myself.
I haven't tried too hard to make friends. I haven't planted anything in our front lawn. I decided that I hate Naples. I decided that the drive to Immokalee is torture. We haven't wanted to buy furniture because we'd just have to move it thousands of miles soon...
But that may never happen now.
So what did I do today? As I walked my class back to class from recess, I appreciated the palm trees. The cool breeze and warm air. The fact that I wasn't wearing a coat, or even a sweater. The young egret that crosses our path every now and then. And as I tried to explain the meaning of the word "lamp" and "lightbulb" to my second-language learning students, I thought, "Maybe this is the place for me."
I took a walk through the woods/swamp that lie just outside our home--woods I was too scared to go into before. Now I am a Floridian. Now I can't be scared of silly things like alligators, black bears, and God-only-knows what kind of snakes, insects, and reptiles.
I heard a noise, like something HUGE falling/climbing one of the trees above me. Looking up, I saw a little black and white bird with a red helmet (a woodpecker!) pecking his little brains out to get his dinner. I stood there, watching, reminded of my Grandpa Harrington and my dad, with their telescope, and how I used to watch the birds outside in Marshallville, Ohio.
No matter where I am and no matter where I go, I will always think of the people back home. Ohio will always be home to me.
that begins with, "We were wondering if John might
be interested in a job..."
P L A N S
You'd think I would know by now that plans never go according to plan. I've always been fairly open to new things, whether they are exciting, boring, new or old. I thought John and I would live here in Florida for 3 years--five years max. Knowing that our three years was almost up, I had already begun to detach myself.
I haven't tried too hard to make friends. I haven't planted anything in our front lawn. I decided that I hate Naples. I decided that the drive to Immokalee is torture. We haven't wanted to buy furniture because we'd just have to move it thousands of miles soon...
But that may never happen now.
So what did I do today? As I walked my class back to class from recess, I appreciated the palm trees. The cool breeze and warm air. The fact that I wasn't wearing a coat, or even a sweater. The young egret that crosses our path every now and then. And as I tried to explain the meaning of the word "lamp" and "lightbulb" to my second-language learning students, I thought, "Maybe this is the place for me."
I took a walk through the woods/swamp that lie just outside our home--woods I was too scared to go into before. Now I am a Floridian. Now I can't be scared of silly things like alligators, black bears, and God-only-knows what kind of snakes, insects, and reptiles.
I heard a noise, like something HUGE falling/climbing one of the trees above me. Looking up, I saw a little black and white bird with a red helmet (a woodpecker!) pecking his little brains out to get his dinner. I stood there, watching, reminded of my Grandpa Harrington and my dad, with their telescope, and how I used to watch the birds outside in Marshallville, Ohio.
No matter where I am and no matter where I go, I will always think of the people back home. Ohio will always be home to me.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Sunday, February 12, 2006
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You will be receiving an email from me inviting you as a team member. If you did not receive this email, please email me to let me know you'd like to be added.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Oh, Puzzles
Sorry I haven't written lately. I am just...confused. I'm having writer's block or something.
I guess I just haven't wanted to write because I feel like a psychological basket case and if I write about what's going on in my life, I can't leave that out because I'm a really bad liar and I always write how I'm feeling...
And when I'm in this sort of state, I write a lot of run-on sentences.
Puzzles. Have you ever sat down to do a 5000 piece puzzle? I don't understand what motivates people to do this. I wonder what kind of person does this, and why am I not that kind? What if someday someone really wants me to do one of those things, like my mom when she's 97 and has to do that stuff to keep her brain working? I think I'll have a panic attack. Seriously. Even thinking about 5000 piece puzzles makes me feel dizzy.
I guess I just haven't wanted to write because I feel like a psychological basket case and if I write about what's going on in my life, I can't leave that out because I'm a really bad liar and I always write how I'm feeling...
And when I'm in this sort of state, I write a lot of run-on sentences.
Puzzles. Have you ever sat down to do a 5000 piece puzzle? I don't understand what motivates people to do this. I wonder what kind of person does this, and why am I not that kind? What if someday someone really wants me to do one of those things, like my mom when she's 97 and has to do that stuff to keep her brain working? I think I'll have a panic attack. Seriously. Even thinking about 5000 piece puzzles makes me feel dizzy.
Friday, February 03, 2006
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