Hire Me

As I was sitting here, nibbling at cheddar-flavored Chex Mix (actually pretty good) and scanning news headlines for something of interest, I thought, "You could blog."

This little blog--or, more aptly, my adventure in blogging, since I've moved it--is reaching its one year anniversary. What more appropriate way of celebrating than actually writing in it?

Honestly, I haven't been writing because whatever is happening in my life seems completely insignificant when I think about what's going on in the lives of those close to me. There are new children being born, about to be born. I sit here and throw tennis balls for the dog, dread returning to work. I've been practicing the piano more, since I'm accompanying the Floyd T. Binns choirs. I've missed it. I'm still good at it.

One of my students wrote an essay about why I am the best teacher she has ever had. She says that I am a strong person because being alone, without my boyfriend here, has made me independent. She writes that she can see the sorrow in me that I hide from everyone. I don't know what any of that has to do with being a good teacher, but she is far more eloquently discussing the elements of my life than I ever could these days.

Sometimes the wind blows through the trees outside my window in a way that reminds me what joy is.

For those of you who are wondering what's happening in the news, there's a pending investigation into Pat Tillman's death; a beautiful young graduate student was murdered in New York and everyone is mourning her; a young woman who was not as beautiful died horrifically somewhere and no one reported it; the war on terror continues; I am still afraid.

My new hobby these days is looking for jobs. On my table is an unsigned letter of intent for Loudoun County Public Schools. I have had seven interviews in three weeks. All have gone well. I'm left with the impression that I could get a job just about anywhere that I wanted to. It's a little unnerving when someone looks at your resume and says, "Wow." I don't know how to respond to that.

You can't really say, "I know. I don't how I live with myself, being this amazing."

If any Virginians stumble across this: if you could live in the DC or Charlottesville areas, which would you choose, and why? I have no idea where I want to be. Except, probably not in Loudoun, because even with the bazillion dollar salary, I don't know how I would afford to live there. That, and the "Gang Free School Zone" signs made me a little suspicious.

Otherwise, I'm planning on jaunting out to Pittsburgh the weekend of March 18. There is allegedly going to be someone else coming to meet me there from the west. I'm giving enough advance warning this time that I can find people without relentlessly and creepily stalking them.