When was the last time someone ever told you their dream came true, or more specifically, they were given the dream job they've always sought? If it's been a while, your dry spell is over. This is what it looks like.
As of Friday, February 1st, 2013, yours truly will be a teacher for the Fairfax County Public School system, teaching Journalism/English: 1 section of Journalism (all grades, 9-12), one section of English (11th grade), and three sections of AP/Honors English (11th grade), at West Potomac High School in Alexandria, VA. And I am apparently supervising the school newspaper as well.
There's an incredible story as to how all of this happened and came about, and I'm happy to tell that in-depth to whoever wants to hear it (preferably over a brew or three), but for now, just know that pretty much everything I've been working very hard to make happen for myself, for pretty much close to 30 years, is coming true this Friday.
I have names of people to thank longer than the Old Testament's "begat" list (e.g., Shem lived after he begat Arphaxad five hundred years, and begat sons and daughters. And Arphaxad lived five and thirty years, and begat Salah... and so on), but for now, three folks are at the top of the list: Cindy Phelan, my original teacher mentor who never gave up on me (even when I did), +Tracy Barnett
, who both inspired me and never hesitated when I asked for help or advice on how to make this happen for myself, and of course, my wife +Elizabeth Cadorette
, who has somehow unceasingly believed in me and what I could accomplish, despite my best efforts to prove her wrong, and who never failed to give me a swift boot to the ass whenever I tried to turn away from the path of all the hard stuff I had to do to make this finally happen.
There are other folks who I need to thank, who've been there to either help me or bail my ass out whenever I've been in deep kim-chee, and I will that -- but for now, this will have to do, because I still have a ton of paperwork to fill out, and a long trip to make tomorrow to Staunton and back to fetch some college transcripts so that I actually get
the contract I've been offered.
And, of course, the obligatory "OMG, what have I done? I'm totally scared shitless about all of this -- why on EARTH did they hire ME for this position? Were they smoking crack?" post.
No time for that right now. :)