Yea! I got the job! In fact, I was asked to choose which job I wanted--how cool is THAT!!? No one gets that. I got to choose betwen 7th and 8th grade Englsih Language Arts, and 4-8 Special Ed. I chose Special Ed.
And then they said . . . .
You have to be here in four days for new teacher orientation and inservice begins three days after that.
Four days to move three hundred miles! Yes, three HUNDRED MILES! It was 70 bucks just for gas up there and back for the two interviews--that's seventy dollars each trip.
So, I'm flat broke. I have to pay rent for August here, but don't have that because I spent it on gas. Hopefully, they'll wait a couple of weeks. I don't have money to rent anything up there--not that there's anything to rent. They're building a coal powered electricity plant and everything has been rented and bought by people working on that. It's a very small place, evening population less than 800, and that plant has attracted a lot of people.
I'm praying to be able to borrow an rv and live in it for a couple of months--unitl I get paid on the Sept. 20. So what do I do with my stuff? I don't have a lot, but . . . . . If I sell it, I have some cash, not a lot. If I keep it, I need cash to store it. If I sell it I have NOTHING and have to start from scratch again.
I tell my son we're embarking on an adventure. How special is that?
I have found that I have a real friend in my mentor teacher. She's being wonderfully supportive. I'm very greatful to her!
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Hey baby,
I expect you're on the way to that job and all.
Me and Stu have been fretting ourselves crosseyed over how you're going to manage.
If we were talking about a normal human person, there would, obviously, be no discussion beyond, you know, fuggetaboudit.
The prospect at hand, however, involving The Last Surviving Daughter of The Dead Planet Krypton, well, obviously, some serious logistic ass is to be kicked.
No fucking kidding here, bub, I'm dead-ass fucking serious, if there's ANY fucking thing we can help with, all's you gots to do is say the fuckin word, yeah?
Seriously.
I probably could have got a few more F words in there had I applied myself, but, you know, see my Junior High Guidance Councilor...
We remain, as always, you freakin PEACH you, here for you (and, obviously, HKitten).
As always.
Stay in touch.
I think the fruitbat is offering help, up there.
Me three, it's great that you are on your way and I hate to think of you getting in a pickle when you're so close to getting sorted.
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