I am not a person in love with change.
Or risk.
Or leaps of faith.
However, although I don't love those moments in my own life,
I'm crazy about them in pop culture.
Ariel trading her tail for legs...
...Jim kissing Pam...
... Harry leaving with Hagrid after hearing,
"Yer a wizard, Harry."
I love that first meeting between Harry and Hagrid SO MUCH.
So when no classroom job turned up
where I could put my spankin' new credential to use,
I went ahead and took the PE job I was offered.
Take a chance, I thought.
Make a leap.
What's the worse that could happen?
Plenty.
This little angry piggie is the closest image to how I felt.
I was exhausted, chronically dehydrated, and only working two days a week.
Plus! I only got to see the kids ten minutes or so at a time,
since I team-taught.
Stop, kids! I want to talk about what you did this past summer!
A big reason I got into teaching was because I like hanging around kids!
I wanted more that the few minutes I got, for example, to discuss with one little girl
why she thought her sister was a squib.
Poor Filch. And poor sister.
I thought I was stuck with my job,
but I got a call to interview for a part-time teaching job,
and realized that available jobs were appearing again on the websites.
I applied to several, interviewed, and yay!
was hired as a part-time "push-in" teacher in a kindergarten class.
Zoidberg shares my glee.
What exactly the new job entails, I'm not sure.
But I know I need to take a leap,
if I'm going to move on to the next stage of my life.
