My New Job

After several quick and successive random events, I find myself the newest kindergarten teacher at Riverside Preparatory School.  How did that happen, you may ask.  I hardly know myself.  It happened so fast I have hardly processed it.  Just two days ago I was planning activities to fill my new found spare time, and now I am praying that I will make it alive through the next school year.   

It all started last week when the other two kindergarten teachers attacked me in the hall and told me I needed to come work with them next year.  "I'll think about it," I told them.  Then there I am this past Thursday sitting at my desk eating lunch (which, according to msn.com is the #1 germiest spot in the work place - good thing I eat my lunch there...) and happen to come upon a confusing update on the 

education website.  My job, or what I thought was my job, was up for hire.  You can imagine my reaction.  Was I getting fired and they didn't even have the gall to tell me!?  I rushed to speak with the personnel person and demanded I be told my crime if I was losing my job. She stuttered her surprise and told me that I could apply for the position.  Apply for my own job?  What is this craziness?  I went back to my room in a panic.  A couple hours later, in a calmer state, I called her boss and my boss, the head of personnel, to find out what was going on.  Turns out it wasn't my job, but a new job they were creating that sounded just like my job - my new co-teacher so to speak. 

Anyway, I knew it was now or never.  If I was working full time I might as well try something new.  The idea of teaching music full time again did not sound appealing.  And Mark and I had felt good about it when we had talked about it.  So I asked, "Do you think I could be considered for the full time kinder position instead?"  Surely, I will get back to you.  2 hours later I was informed I was accepted.  I honestly, truly did not expect a response that fast.  My brain had hardly accepted the fact that I had even asked 

and now here I was facing a year of 7 hours a day, 5 days a week with 5 year olds.  Am I crazy?  We'll see.  I am excited, nervous, scared, incredulous, and more.  I think it will be a good and eventful year!  Get ready for some crazy blog posts!  

My new hobby

This semester has brought a lot of changes: part time work, spare time, and boredom.  I don't think, in my entire life, I have ever worked part time if I wasn't going to school.  What is this thing we call spare time?  And never having had such a thing - how do you use it?  Fortunately, Mark bought me a sewing machine and a friend has been kind and patient enough to teach me how to use it.  Here is the beginning of my first project - a mini quilt.  Yes, I picked out the fabric, cut it, pinned it, and sewed it together.  Aren't you proud?  Those of you who are familiar with my artistic skills should be.  I'm not finished - this is only the front.  I still need to do the trimming and the back, but I actually quite enjoyed myself and felt very proud of my ever growing domesticity.  Stay tuned for the final product! 

Where am I?

I mistakenly believed that I lived in the desert, and not just any desert, but the desert in Southern California where snow never falls.  However, lightning has struck not once, but twice, and all in the same winter.  Only a week and a half ago it was 75 degrees outside.  Seriously, where am I?  My weather is bipolar and needs to get some help.    

Our newest snow dusting.  Not nearly as much as last time, but snow nonetheless.  We actually almost had another snow day at school this past week.  The only difference: this time I didn't want it.  Make-up snow days on holidays are no fun!  Sorry our school didn't honor you dear past presidents - we had to make up our snow day.  I'm sure you understand.