I did it.
Yesterday morning I climbed into my rather packed car, waved good-bye to my family, and began the drive to what is to be my new home for the year.
I would love to say that I spent the whole trip in eager anticipation for all this year would hold. I mean, here I am, a woman in her late twenties who has (finally) finished school and is preparing for a full-time teaching assignment. Not only that, but a teaching assignment that involves teaching the classes she went to school to teach (and some that she didn't go to school for).
But the truth is my nervousness was winning out in the emotional battle. What happens if I fail? What if I can't live up to the expectations held of me?
So after only one emotional breakdown on the drive down here--stupid construction making me sit in my car, alone with my thoughts, for far too long--I arrived at my new home for the, which shall henceforth be known as "the Lake" (because I live by a lake... it works).
I learned a few lessons in the just over 24 hour that I have been at the Lake.
Lesson #1: I own far more crap than any one person should be allowed to own. My boyfriend, Mr. Charming (allowing some continuity for those of you who followed my previous blog "Annals of a Christian Single"), has informed me that when I we are finally able to be together I am only allowed one shelf.
Lesson #2: When you open a box and discover broken glass, get the vacuum out right away to clean up the mess. Last night I managed to do the majority of my unpacking and so today could be spent decorating and making the place feel homey. As I talked to one of my best friends, Mrs. Bee, I walked into the kitchen and immediately gasped in pain. Apparently there was a one inch shard of glass on my floor. Apparently I wedged it at least halfway into my foot. That hurts to pull out and bleeds profusely.
The point of all of this?
I'm inviting you to join me on my adventures this year. The adventures that come with being a high school teacher (and one of zany, eccentric proportions), with living in a town away from all of your family, with being in a long distance relationship, and with meeting new people and discovering all that God has for me to learn this year.
I can promise you plenty of laughs, countless geeky references, and no doubt a great many tears. I will have successes, failures, and a whole bunch of things that fall in the middle. I have great faith that you will read my posts and thank God that you are not me (it's important to be able to say "Well, at least I'm not as bad as that Miss S...").
Yesterday morning I climbed into my rather packed car, waved good-bye to my family, and began the drive to what is to be my new home for the year.
I would love to say that I spent the whole trip in eager anticipation for all this year would hold. I mean, here I am, a woman in her late twenties who has (finally) finished school and is preparing for a full-time teaching assignment. Not only that, but a teaching assignment that involves teaching the classes she went to school to teach (and some that she didn't go to school for).
But the truth is my nervousness was winning out in the emotional battle. What happens if I fail? What if I can't live up to the expectations held of me?
So after only one emotional breakdown on the drive down here--stupid construction making me sit in my car, alone with my thoughts, for far too long--I arrived at my new home for the, which shall henceforth be known as "the Lake" (because I live by a lake... it works).
I learned a few lessons in the just over 24 hour that I have been at the Lake.
Lesson #1: I own far more crap than any one person should be allowed to own. My boyfriend, Mr. Charming (allowing some continuity for those of you who followed my previous blog "Annals of a Christian Single"), has informed me that when I we are finally able to be together I am only allowed one shelf.
Lesson #2: When you open a box and discover broken glass, get the vacuum out right away to clean up the mess. Last night I managed to do the majority of my unpacking and so today could be spent decorating and making the place feel homey. As I talked to one of my best friends, Mrs. Bee, I walked into the kitchen and immediately gasped in pain. Apparently there was a one inch shard of glass on my floor. Apparently I wedged it at least halfway into my foot. That hurts to pull out and bleeds profusely.
The point of all of this?
I'm inviting you to join me on my adventures this year. The adventures that come with being a high school teacher (and one of zany, eccentric proportions), with living in a town away from all of your family, with being in a long distance relationship, and with meeting new people and discovering all that God has for me to learn this year.
I can promise you plenty of laughs, countless geeky references, and no doubt a great many tears. I will have successes, failures, and a whole bunch of things that fall in the middle. I have great faith that you will read my posts and thank God that you are not me (it's important to be able to say "Well, at least I'm not as bad as that Miss S...").
