On the Cusp

     I have been mentally preparing to get back into subbing for the district in which I both was trained and worked. The first step was to pay for and take the video training on child abuse, sexual harassment, and bloodborne pathogens. (That one has to do this yearly is another topic.) Then I submitted a copy of my license in order to obtain a small yellow paper card saying that the educational district has a copy of my teaching license.  The district I want to sub in has posted hours each Tuesday in order to sign up.  Naturally I hurried up to get the training completed on Monday to be ready to sign up as soon as little card appeared in the mail. Today is Wednesday, and it showed up. Of course. So I wait until the first day of school, next Tuesday, in order to go to the district office during the anticipated hours.
     As I was eating my dinner, a frantic phone call came in from a dear friend. This friend has several children who have all attended the local elementary school, and wrote a letter to the principal on my behalf, in the hope that he might look at me closely during the last week of summer as enrollment numbers rose. She and two of her girls were at the school to drop off school supplies and meet the teachers.  While they were there, it came to her attention that they were going to have to hire another teacher at the last minute. She called me to tell me I should apply and to show up tomorrow in order to be interviewed. So I filled out the online application.  And I will head over there tomorrow.
     So it's a kindergarten position.  I'm more of an upper grades teacher. The classroom is naked and holds only desks and some hopeful students. I've never taught in this district before. I've never met the principal. I have to brash and bold to meet him and get an interview.  That's not exactly my way.
     I want the job. OK, I want to work. This would give me an opportunity to work and get into a district. I'd be able to live with my husband and work full time.
     Did I mention it is kindergarten? Tiny kidlets. Tears and 10 minute lessons. Nap time and clapping and rhyming.
     We will see what happens tomorrow.