Survival

I have survived this grad school thing.

To be completed fair, I am not quite officially done done. I still have to print out a final draft of my thesis (actually, about five finals drafts of my thesis), and get those turned in, as well as figuring out how to get my "program portfolio" burned onto a CD in such a way that the page navigation will function successfully. However, classes are officially over, which is a relief, and now I actually have time at night to watch movies. Additionally, the 14-hour day marathons are over. Thank goodness.

In the past month, a lot has happened. I've applied for a job at a Catholic school in Vermont. The position is for a middle school math/science/technology teacher, which I think could be really fun (if intense and time-consuming). The school is actually the one connected with the church where the Affianced and I are going to be married...in some ways, it seems like fate. I have spoken to the Assistant Superintendent, Sr. Shirley, who is wonderful and seemed excited to meet me. Mrs. Rogerson was more reserved, but also seemed kind, and I'm currently sitting in the airport in Richmond waiting to fly up there for my interview on Friday. Everyone who I have talked to seems to think I'm a shoo-in--by virtue of my education degree from William and Mary--but because of my less-than-ideal experience here this year, I don't feel quite so confident that this degree is as meaningful as people seem to believe it is. In any case, I know I do have several things going for me (Notre Dame, master's in education, Teach for America, etc.), and I hope that's enough. I am fairly resigned to the fact that this will happen if it supposed to happen, and if it doesn't, then there is something else out there for me. That doesn't mean I won't freak out temporarily if it doesn't work out, but in the grand scheme of things, I'm feeling like there is some sort of greater plan out there, so that's good.