What I don’t like about being at home during the day is that when I have super fantastic news, there’s really no one to share it with because everyone I know works.
So, I will post it here for all to read (now or later)…
Not very long ago, I said to my husband, “If I do not get a job for the fall, we can put the house up on the market.”
Mind you, whenever I say that, I get a job. (Case in point: TWO years ago around this time, I said the SAME EXACT THING… and I scored the Catholic school job. Last year, I resigned from that job because of many things. I was almost certain that whatever is holding us here was going to let us move, however, it became apparent during the summer that the fates were not with us because the ENTIRE real estate market in NJ dropped to its knees and died. We were |-| that close putting our house on the market. So glad we didn’t…
HOWEVER, with #1 son graduating NEXT year, I wanted to get the HELL outta dodge… and move somewhere in Virginia or North Carolina… settling into a mostly humid existence on a piece of property more private than what we have now…
But, that was not to be (yet).
My former grad advisor (Dr. Hot) emailed me a few days ago, asking me if I wanted to teach at the university in the fall… four classes… to undergrads.
Do you think I jumped on that?
I jumped on it with ALL fours, panting and grasping. Definitely, I’m not stupid pigeon… but, I’m worried that I may have buried myself in work.
ALAS SILLY GRASSHOPPERS… I don’t think I have anything to worry about.
The department chair, whom I’ve known since he arrived and my former grad advisor are going to meet me for lunch (at the school) and go over the courses… talk about what textbooks I want to order (OMG, I get to order textbooks, too??)… and other college-teachery stuff.
I’m SO happy… and well, I guess you can tell that it means we’re not moving (right now). Keep your fingers crossed that I don’t lose my mind.
I shouldn’t… I taught 6 classes last year and had several duties. This will be great b/c I’ll have the community college class on different days than the university classes. And, #3 is going into kindergarden (only 1/2 day though)… but the daycare is a couple of blocks away and they can pick him up…
SO, whalah… so far, issues solved.
Now, how in the hell do I find textbooks…. *sighs*
Posted by sunrise828 on May 27, 2008 at 4:22 pm
Congrats! I must have missed the note about the Community College job. Congrats on that too. So are you teaching every night (or is it day?) of the week then?
Posted by G on May 27, 2008 at 7:08 pm
I’ll be teaching two days at the community college (in the morning-1 class) and four classes in three days at the university (morning til afternoon). I’m tired just thinking about it… By the way, I recognize your name, but unsure how I know you. Let me know… so I can place a name with a place. Thanks for stopping by…
Posted by twisterjester on May 27, 2008 at 10:23 pm
That’s fantabulous! I hope it works out for you
Posted by piltdownman on May 28, 2008 at 7:47 am
Congratulations on the teaching position.
Wow. You are certainly going to be extremely busy. Four? Four classes! Four classes at the university (grading papers, lesson plans, tests, etc…) PLUS another class at the community college. PLUS #3 in Kindergarten???
Busy ain’t the word for it.
I have just one little, eensy-weensy, tiny little thing to point out.
Don’t ever use whalah in front of your students. Never, ever let your students see you being less than professorial and omniscient. If you feel the need, please use the proper Frenchvoilà. I know I’m being overly picky, but I just can’t stand unnecessary bastardization of language.
Etymology: French, literally, see there
—used to call attention, to express satisfaction or approval, or to suggest an appearance as if by magic
Sorry about the pick. I just can’t help it.
Congratulations again!
Me thinks I scared him off… Gee, I hope not. You have to be able to hold your own, Piltdownman. Come on back and join us… discussions are fine, just don’t pick at my misspelling of WHALAH. (*grins*) –Herstory07
Posted by G on May 28, 2008 at 2:51 pm
Hold on… seriously… you corrected my Jersey-astardized version of viola? Because, I consider my version of viola to be a necessary bastardization of the language… seeing that it’s a traditional-yet-intentional misspelling (I’m giving homage to my homestate of Joisey, which is FREQUENTLY misspelled and mispronounced by well-intentioned and really annoying non-Jersey people who seem to think that EVERYONE who lives here speaks as though they just fell out of a Sopranos episode)… I will continue writing “whalah” as I find it humorous and it makes me smile. And, we don’t want to take away one of the last vestiges of happiness for me, do we? (All is forgiven… *grins*) OH, and by the way, I never misspell in class. I’m a stickler for spelling and grammar as a teacher, because I think that they are the two key components for good communication… and, as far as I know, NONE of my students know I have an on-line blog, or what it is called. So, I’m safe. As far as teaching college, which I have before, I never speak down to people. Anyway… I’m used to being picked at (no offense taken) since my mother is notorious at finding fault with every move that I make (cue song…).
Posted by G on May 28, 2008 at 2:55 pm
Speaking down… I guess I need to explain that quickly. I meant DUMB down (sorry, today was #3’s birthday party… with kids, cake, kids, cake and kids… so I’m a bit burnt out atm)… like… using words that they do not understand in order to show and/or demonstrate one’s intellectual superiority. I do speak intelligibly, however, because there’s a difference. Ok, now we can resume our regular programming…
Posted by Shippie on May 28, 2008 at 3:08 pm
Congrats again! At least without moving you don’t have to go through the hell of packing and unpacking and feeling disconnected and what have you. That bites! And hey…I say you spell wholla wahlah voila joisey werds anyweigh ewe cee phit! This is your space after all right!
Posted by G on May 28, 2008 at 3:57 pm
Tanks and bunches my Ameri-nadian friend.