Nope, no catchy title this time. It doesn't make enough sense yet.

So let's do a quick re-cap of the past 36 hours, shall we?

Yesterday I got home from Sign Language Class at about 6. Little did I know it would be my last. DU DU DUNH!!! My dad told me that Isaac, a friend of ours, knew of a job opening for an English teacher at the school he works at, and wanted to know if I was interested. I called him and told him I was interested and he said "Type up a resume and come for an interview at 10:30 tomorrow morning."

So, the next morning, resume in hand, a very nervous Callie dressed as professionally as is possible in this weather, went to an interview. I talked to the boss man for about 5 minutes before he started pulling out teaching materials and my white-board eraser. I decided to go for something a little more perceptive than "Am I hired?" and said "Should I start on Monday?". He said "You should start today." And I didn't think the interview was going all that well. Silly me.

Who hires people like that? Really??? I have no previous experience with teaching and I'm younger than most of my students. I guess speaking the language helps, but I'm still reeling at the fact that I was hired that fast.

I have two classes, an Advanced class with two students from 3:30-4:30 and an Almost Advanced class from 5:30-6:30.

So I had all of 3 hours to prepare for my first class...ever. And I don't have the teachers manual for that class yet. I did a lot of "um"ing and tried to get to know the students. Thank goodness it's the weekend and I'll have time to get my head back on straight by the time Monday rolls around.

One thing I have managed to work out in my befuddled state is that I desperately need to go shopping. I know, I know, what else is new, right? But hey, at least I have a legitimate reason this time! This isn't one of those schools where jeans are ok, so Saturday will be spent looking for some dress pants and sensible (read:blister-free) shoes.

Love and Peace or Else,
Teacher