The Wrong Right Job

I set out this morning without the slightest hint of anxiety. I'd spent the night at my boyfriend's parents' home about an hour and a half north of the site of my job interview. I'd been quite well fed, enjoyed my usual Monday night routine of watching DWTS, the fluids in my car had been topped off, and I was sent on my way with a fresh homemade smoothie (I know, I lead a pretty tough life).

Pulling up in front of the vacant high school, I reminded myself that my intent for the interview was simply to gain experience and comfort interviewing, because, after all, I had no desire of moving 192 miles away. As I walked in, the fire alarm lights started flashing (I calmed myself by doing my best to assume it wasn't my fault). I was provided with a sheet of information and ascertained that the class load consisted of only Chemistry and Geometry without any physics. Decision made. I can't teach there. Interestingly, the interview was intermittently interrupted by the sound component of the alarm followed by the principal excusing himself to silence it.

Despite the interruptions, the interview flowed quite smoothly. I began to learn more about the district and tried very hard not to fall in love. The parents in the area are extremely involved, students are tremendously well behaved, curriculum is Common Core/Next Generation aligned, there's strong mentorship and guidance within both math and science teams, if employed I would feel secure with the supportive staff but constantly challenged to improve...and I was informed that I am one of the top candidates. Good news suddently seemed to be the last thing I wanted to hear.

As if this was not enough, my tour began with their brand new 800+ seating state of the art auditorium/theater. Next, my jaw dropped at their beautiful fitness center and spacious windowed hallways. As I walked into the chemistry classroom and began to take in the beautiful set up and views of the lake, from the hallways Phil Phillips clearly sang that they would make this place my home. Poop on you Phil Phillips...the coulee region is my home!

So, I was filled with indecision and frustration. This job was supposed to be lousy. I decided to toodle around the town for a bit hoping it was ugly.

Ugly Houses

Ugly Lake

Suuuper Ugly

It wasn't. Not even a little. After a while, a police officer started following me. Presumably, because someone reported a creepy lady driving around taking pictures. Stupid safe neighborhoods! So, I made my way onto the highway and turned up my audio-book to tune out my thoughts. Hopefully, the district decides to take their time on making their choice so my inner turmoil has time to settle.