Holy Moly

Holy moly. 

(insert adorable picture of a mole here)

Holy moly because I've received a job offer (contingent upon my reference surveys meeting muster).

Holy moly because it's in Salt Lake City.

Holy moly because I'm scared and surprised and thrilled and terrified all at once.


The job is a half-time position at a high school working with seniors in English Language Arts subject. There are a lot of red flags with this position (I may have typed to this in posts prior) like low-income/high diversity/large class size and with this position I've been told that it is not "the creme of the crop" but the "other students" that are leftover from the International Baccalaureate and advanced placement classes or students mostly concerned with athletics according to the principal.

This in concerning because it usually means students probably aren't going to be as engaged and respectful or interested or committed and have more learning and behavioral issues. As seniors at this level I may have some students just waiting to fail. It's scary because as a new teacher I'm worried about learning the ropes and challenging class demographics is a challenge on top of challenges.

It reminds me of what my student teaching mentor had on his plate and considering I would never accept his position I'm a little "What the hell, girl?" about accepting this one. I still have questions to ask and things to clarify before I officially accept an official offer and mostly importantly, it's a half-time position.

But oh what a thrill. I got a voicemail and an email to call the principal back, called and missed him, and then he called me back and told me how they thought I'd be a fit for their team and other niceties that made me blush. By the end of the call I was quivering and after hanging up the hubs snuck around the corner to see what the news was and I burst in a laughing sob!

"They want me!"

I'm still marveling at that... they want me.