Who Was I in High School?

I grew up in the church… kind of. When people say that they usually mean in a Christian home and part of what that Christian home did was go to church. But my definition is a little different. I grew up going to church. My home was, for all intense and purposes, however, free of religion. See, my mom became a Christian after my oldest brother (9 years my senior) was born. My father, however, didn’t accept the faith my mom did until sometime after I went to college. He was nothing. He would attend church with us on Christmas and Easter and that. was. it. We didn’t even pray at the dinner table, let alone do family devotionals or anything like that. (I do not blame my mom for this.)  Now, my mom was a different story. I know my mom got up early every morning with a prayer journal and a Bible study. Among my favorite memories are the Sunday mornings that mom was singing with her cassette player practicing for her church solos.

So, my mom, my brothers and I attended Covenant Presbyterian Church (CPC) from the time I was about 2 until I was in the 8th grade. We attended Sunday morning services and Wednesday night adventure clubs, or whatever it was called at the time. We switched to First Baptist Church for 8th and 9th (I believe.) Attended Faith Bible Church for 10th and 11th, and then went back to CPC for my senior year in high school.

I remember attending youth group at First Baptist and looking up to a lot of the older high schoolers. I remember going on a mission trip to Jamaica (although I don’t remember much about the trip.) And to a youth conference the summer before the ninth grade. (Where Jars of Clay was the big finale concert, but it was a let down because no one knew who they were at the time!) I remember, through the conference being convicted about needing to be baptized. I had accepted Jesus into my heart when I was five, but CPC is an infant baptism church, and so I was never exposed to believer (older kids and adult) baptism before now, even though it was something I had wondered about. (“Mom was I baptized?” “No.” Do I need to be? I don’t need baptism for salvation. Can I be? Since I’m not a baby?) Anyhow, back to the summer before 9th grade. At the conference baptism was talked about. And the message was clear: If you’re a believer, you need to be baptized. So, I signed up to be baptized as soon as we were back and with a few weeks I was baptized. And I remember my two best friends (they didn’t attend FBC) were in the front row supporting me. I also remember walking away from the conference dead set that I would not date a guy in high school who wasn’t a Christian. That would be my first question to him, and if the answer was no, than my answer would be no.

How quick the fervor of that conference wore off, I don’t know. I do know that once I started high school I was no longer a regular at any youth group. I was involved in the danceline (an auxiliary to our marching band.) And after band practice I would do homework and zoom off to dance classes. I had dance classes at least 4 days a week and they would regularly interfere with any youth activities going on. I made some pretty good friends. Seemingly, the group was solidified my sophomore year: Miranda and LeeAnn (from middle school) Leslie, Lillian, Lauren, and Brooke.

As I progressed through high school, the boys that I thought would eventually ask me out never realized. In fact I was never asked out. And the one dance that a guy asked me to was highly encouraged from an acquaintance to ask me. His friends were going with my friends, they all had dates, we didn’t, we both wanted to go. (So go ask her! NOW!) Not only, did I believe, that guys weren’t interested in me, but my friends were thin, gorgeous, and popular. I remember one time telling them that I had a crush on this one guy. Less than a week later one of my friends was dating him. I don’t know if she had already liked him too, or even if she realized that she had done that to me. We never talked about it, and it was a short lived relationship anyway. But my feeling and my understanding was, they could get whoever they wanted, but I was fat (a size 8, remember I was a dancer) and also must be ugly. I say all this to say, that by the time I graduated high school, I was so desperate to have a guy “like” me that asking if he was a Christian was the last thing going through my mind. My group of friends really weren’t Christians either, and the ones of us who would have said we were, weren’t living a Christ-centered lives.

So, was I really a Christian in high school? I think so and this is why. First, I know I had Christian fruit in my life previous to high school. Second, I didn’t have a flushed out theology of Lordship salvation and I probably stood somewhere between Lordship and Easy Believism (if that’s possible). I had an idea that a Christian should be living a Christian life, but at the same time, once you’ve said the sinner’s prayer, you’re saved and you always will be saved. I didn’t understand things like what it meant to be a disciple, and hey, I wasn’t as big of a sinner as other people were. For me, I definitely see that time as a rebellious stage, in a sense, more in where my heart was and less of my actual actions.

Looking back, I think that as I stood on the precipice between high school and college I really could have gone either way. I really do wonder that if I had attended Wake Forest University (my #1 choice) would I have been strong in my faith, gotten involved with a campus ministry and grown. Or, if I would have attached to the first guy who finally paid any attention to me and lead down another path completely. But here’s the thing, I didn’t get accepted to Wake Forest, even though, by all accounts, I should have been. I ended up attending Covenant College, where I learned a TON about the Christian faith and really became grounded and made my faith my own. It was a time, yes even at a Christian school, when I questioned certain things, “Why do I believe Jesus is the Messiah, since the Jews of his day didn’t.” (I never really verbalized these thoughts, but they were there.) So, I really didn’t become grounded in my faith until college. But does one really need to be completely grounded before they are considered a brother/sister in Christ? I don’t think so. Paul still considers the Corinthians believers and yet they were pretty messed up/confused people!

And I think that’s really what it’s all about. Because of my age, family, dance experience, etc. I grew in my faith very slowly. In high school, I might have represented the one out of a hundred sheep that the shepherd went looking for. But He knew where I was. He knew what I needed in my life, and He directed my steps to Covenant College instead of Wake Forest. He knew what was best for me and He never forsook me.

Some might ask why I’m even reflecting on this. The answer is that my “testimony” has recently been challenged and since I can’t point to a time in my life where I rejected Christ and then came to accept him and his sacrifice it can be hard to pinpoint a time/day of salvation. So when was it exactly? I don’t know, but I believe it was definitely before high school.

The Little Chap who Follows Me!

I found this poem in a magazine “Above Rubies” a while back, saved it, and just came across it again. I love it.

The Little Chap who Follows Me!

A careful man I want to be’

A little fellow follows me.

I do not dare to go astray

For fear he’ll go the self-same way.

I cannont once escape his eyes,

Whate’er he sees me do, he tries.

Like me he says he’s going to be;

The little chap who follows me.

He thinks that I’m so very fine,

Believes in every word of mine.

The base in me he must not see;

The little chap who follows me.

I must remember as I go

Through summer’s sun and winter’s snow,

I’m building for the years to be’

The little chap who follows me.

Author Unknown

I hope the unknown author won’t mind my following liberties.

The Little Sweetie who Follows Me!

A careful woman I want to be;

A little sweetie  follows me.

I do not dare to go astray

For fear she’ll go the self-same way.

I cannot once escape her eyes,

Whate’er she sees me do, she tries.

Like me she says she’s going to be;

The little sweetie who follows me.

She thinks that I’m so very fine,

Believes in every word of mine.

The base in me she must not see;

The little sweetie who follows me.

I must remember as I go

Through summer’s sun and winter’s snow,

I’m building for the years to be;

The little sweetie who follows me.

Adventures in BoogaBooga Land

I received the DVD Adventures in BoogaBooga Land: Volume 1 in the mail right before a trip. On the airplane I popped it in, but it didn’t hold my kids’ attentions. We didn’t even make it past the first episode. Even from that first episode, I was let down. The characters are anything but loveable and it seemed a little violent. However, the parable lined up with the Biblical parable storyline.
The DVD was so unpopular in my house that it was lost. Months later, I’ve found the DVD and finally finished it. It only got worse. The second episode “Marty’s Sandcastle” was WAY more violent than the first. And while the storyline fit with the parable, they never really landed the ending and the meaning that it conveys. The third episode, “No Light in The Lighthouse” doesn’t even line up with the scripture that it is supposed to represent.

While the first episode does the best at conveying the parable, none of the episode explain what Jesus’ message was through those three parables. It still is in parable form with no explanation.

I would not recommend this product to anyone.

Disclaimer: I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their Booksneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.

Moses’ Mother

I don’t like rereading books. Even my favorite book Pride and Prejudice I have only read once. I tried to read it again years later, but I had listened to the audio version and seen multiple movies based on the storyline that the book no longer held wonder and suspense. I already knew what was going to happen. My attitude was, “Yeah, yeah, Lydia runs off with this guy. Yuck. Mr. Darcy’s sisters are mean. Get on with the good stuff.” Unfortunately this happens all too often with me and really good books. Even ones that hold good spiritual wisdom.

I think for some of us this happens with the Bible. We grow up in the church and we hear Bible stories over and over from the time we’re very little. The stories no longer hold a feeling of wonder and suspense. We know Joseph will rise to power when he’s sold as a slave and later thrown in prison. We know David will defeat Goliath and that Daniel will come out of the lion’s den unscathed. We don’t really feel the agony of the Biblical character. We don’t think about their faith and trust in God, or their feelings of despondency because we already know everything will be OK.

I’ve been reading the book The Invisible Hand by R.C. Sproul. The book is about God’s providence. I’m in chapter 4 and in each chapter he’s kind of highlighted a different story and shown how God’s providence has worked through the details. Chapter 4 is about Moses. And it really hit me.

When Moses was born Pharaoh had “commanded all his people, ‘Every son that is born to the Hebrews you shall cast into the Nile, but you shall let every daughter live.’” Because this was commanded to “all his people” I’m assuming that if any Egyptian saw a Hebrew baby boy they had every right to take the child from the mother and toss the little boy into the Nile. Can you imagine? Exodus 2 tells us that Moses’ mother (we don’t know her name) [Correction: Her name is Jochebed, found in Exodus 6:20] hid him for 3 months and that she could do so no longer. I’m thinking that more than likely someone found out about the little Hebrew baby boy and she felt the panic of having someone knock down her door and wrench her baby out of her arms only to have him tossed into the river.

So, she made a basket  (Talk about crafty! I wonder if she was wishing she had better materials), covered it with tar and pitch (Hoping it wouldn’t leak. I mean, could she really assure herself at this point in time of it’s buoyancy or it being leak proof?), and put the little boat in the river. The mother knew that she couldn’t raise her little baby. She didn’t spy Pharaoh’s daughter and purposefully float the baby to her. No, she put the baby in the river, the very place the child was supposed to be cast into the river, thrown to his death. She couldn’t allow it, so she did what she could to extend his life, just a bit longer. I wonder if other mothers were doing the same thing.

Miriam, the baby’s sister stood at a distance “to know what would be done to him.” I wonder if her mother asked her to come with her and follow the basket, or if out of childhood curiosity, sneaked out of the house and followed her mother wondering what her mom was doing with her brother. She saw her mom place the baby in the river and then, as far as we know, continued to watch the basket. For how long, we don’t know.

At this point, Moses’s mother probably went home to mourn the loss of her child. The basket wasn’t to be his salvation, it was only supposed to cushion the sure death that would eventually befall him. Can you imagine, she kissed her baby’s head, placed him in the basket, watching to see that it wouldn’t immediately sink, the tears falling already as she says goodbye to her son. She runs home to mourn in peace, only to have Miriam bursting through the door sometime later. “Mommy, Mommy!” An exhausted, emotionally depleted mother loving her daughter but missing her son, “What child?!” “Mommy, Pharaoh’s daughter found our baby and wants to raise him, but needs a wet nurse. Come quickly! I told her I would bring her a Hebrew wet nurse!”

I’m sure if Moses’ mother did know that Miriam was watching over the basket she was expecting Miriam’s statement to be, “The basket sank, Mama, baby brother is gone.” Or “I followed the river as far as I could. He’s floating safely away.” Instead, she got something that was completely unexpected: More time with her precious baby. She probably never dreamed in a thousand years that Yaweh would bring her baby boy back to her. But according to God’s providence he swirled the river’s rapids to carry the basket down the river, to have Pharaoh’s daughter bathe right as the basket was near by. He softened her heart (Remember, she had every right to find the baby and toss him in the water, no questions asked. Doing that would have been obedient to her father.) God had Miriam close by and gave her the quick wit to offer to get a Hebrew woman for the wet nurse. God provided in a miraculous, unexpected way for Moses’ family.

Here I sit in 2011, friends from church have traveled to Haiti and are building a house and providing much needed food to people in the hospital. Here I sit a week from my car accident while  Japan is trying to survive from their earthquake and avoid the worst of a nuclear melt down. Here I sit wondering what car to drive while people in New Zealand are still wondering where they will live.

The Lord is great. He will provide a vehicle for my family and I believe it will, in the end, be a blessing. But I tend to be near-sighted about things, to be impatient, and want answers now. I am thankful that I still have a standing house. I know the Lord is great and he has a purpose behind the earthquakes in Japan, Haiti, and New Zealand. I can have comfort in the providence of God to bring us all through another day. And I pray for the people of those countries that they will not only be provided with the food and shelter that they so desperately need and seek but that the Lord will also reveal Himself to them and give them the everlasting hope and joy that comes in knowing God and being able to rest in His providence.

As He is in control of the swirl of a river to save Moses from sure death, He is in control of a rumbling ground, and a car accident in Midvale, UT. Thank you Lord for your sure hand.

Car Accident

Last night I put the kids to bed and was anticipating watching a documentary via internet at about 10pm. At 9pm Lydia was still awake due to her long nap that afternoon. We were also out of milk, so I decided to take Lydia and run to the store. As I left I was surprised at how much snow had fallen, but our street still looked pretty good. However, when I got to the stop sign to turn left onto 7800 S the road did look worse. I thought, “What if I got in an accident.” but pushed away the thought because I’ve driven in the snow so much.

So, I carefully turned and drove down the street. Before I reached Gardener Village I saw an SUV out of control spinning and crossing into my lane (she had been heading east as I headed west). I gently put on the brakes (knowing that slamming them would make it worse for me) and tried to turn the wheel to pull over to the side of the road, trying desperately to get out of her way. But to no avail the back of the SUV hit the front driver’s side of the car. It was a rough impact, but with no airbags. There was a car behind me, but thankfully they were able to stop in time and didn’t hit me in the back. However, he turned around and left. I turned to see if Lydia was ok, but the car seat had done it’s job. She was so brave and didn’t even cry, she just kept saying, “We stuck mommy. We stuck.”

I tried to turn my car on to move it out of traffic, but the engine wouldn’t turn over making me feel very vulnerable. I was afraid someone would not be paying attention and slam into the car making everything worse. I noticed the SUV turn around and go to the other side of the street. I realized I didn’t have my cell phone and thought she was leaving. I was felt completely stranded. But she did stop and eventually made her way to my car. Another SUV stopped to help us and called the police.

Eventually another car stopped, Dave Smith, and asked if there was anything he could do to help. He said he was the one driving behind me and he had turned around so he could go call the police. He then came back to see if there was anything he could do to help. By this point in time I had borrowed a phone. I had forgotten Aaron’s phone number, but after about 5 minutes I was thinking more clearly and called him. He thought it was someone else calling, so he didn’t answer. I meant to leave a message, but I didn’t. Apparently I didn’t hang up either because he got a 2 1/2 minute message and could hear that I was in some kind of trouble. So when Dave Smith asked if he could help, I asked him to drive to my house to get Aaron.

The cops showed up took all the information, blocked part of the road, making me feel safer. However, by this point in time my car was totally and completely dead. The lights weren’t working and the ignition started dinging so I turned off the car with a whoosh of life out of it. It was beginning to get cold and the cops had to lend me a flashlight in order to for me to write my statement.

Thankfully Aaron finally came and we transfered Lydia and the car seats to his car. I got everything out of my car that had anything of worth because I knew at the very least it would be a while before I got my car back and at the worst the car would be totaled. I honestly don’t see how they could fix my car. It was BAD.

After leaving the scene Aaron insisted on taking us to Chili’s. Chili’s chips and salsa has always been there for us! 🙂 We’re doing fine. My left shoulder is sore, but in light of things, I’m good. The power went out this morning and will more than likely be out all day, but again, I’m happy I’m not in the hospital, either myself or my daughter.

Thank the Lord that we are safe and sound. That he protected us and continues to give us life and breath for another day.

Two final notes:

1. Aaron, for whatever reason, had posted his phone number that day and I thought to myself, “I should really memorize that. There have been several times I don’t have my phone and I need to call him.” And I repeated his number several times. If it hadn’t been for that, I wouldn’t have remembered his number.

2. After I was sitting in Aaron’s car, he had gone to get stuff out of mine, and I started crying. Lydia kept saying, “It’s ok mommy. It’s ok.” So I reached back for her hand. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. Eventually I tried to let go and she wouldn’t let me. I began to wonder how it was possible that my 2-year-old daughter could bring so much comfort to her mom.

Education of John

As I was writing this I thought, “Does any one else really care about my thought process in choosing a school for John?” Possibly not. But this blog is mostly for me and family. Second, as I was making my decision I did like knowing other people’s thought process when they were deciding how to educate their child(ren). I should note that Aaron and I talked through everything, but we were pretty much on the same page, so there were no long discussions trying to convince each other of our viewpoints. 

Public School
Aaron and I live in a lower class area. Well, it’s actually some what odd. It’s lower class and right next door is middle class and out of the middle of no where in the neighborhood will be an enormous house. But, the school that he is zoned for has 92% of students receiving free or reduced lunch. It has a population in which 50% of the students move two or more times a year (and since the zones are somewhat small, I’m assuming the majority of the 50% are transient students). Also almost two-thirds of the population is Hispanic. Do I care that John would be a minority? No. But it does impact learning as most students are having to learn English.Midvale Elementary is also a Title One school. That’s not necessarily bad, because Title One is mostly concerned about family incomes and not necessarily test scores (except for showing improvement) but the test scores are pretty low. Finally, Aaron and I got to know a 6th grader who attended the school when we first moved in. He told us on several different occasions about some of the discipline problems and even gang-related problems. And while I’m sure the gangs aren’t that serious, it’s still a point of concern.

On the up-side, the school does offer a dual-immersion program. Basically from K-6th grades John would be taught in both English and Spanish. And by the time he reached Junior high he’d not only be bilingual but bi-literate. That, I have to admit, is an awesome program. However, spaces are limited so we would not be guaranteed a spot in the program. I’m not against public schools in general. Both my husband and I attended public schools and we fared pretty well. However, as we talked about the public school we came to recognize that it’s not a win-win situation for our family. (i.e. John being there isn’t going to benefit the school nor will the school benefit him.) In fact it seems as though it’s a lose-lose situation. So, we will not be sending John to school there. 

Private School
My son currently attends Children’s Christian School. It is a small, very affordable Christian school. We’ve enjoyed our time there and I will more than likely have Lydia attend preschool there as well. There is also another Christian school in the area (however that one is a lot more pricey) as well as Challenger, which is an amazing school academically, from what I hear. Bottom line, we just can’t afford having two, maybe more, kids in private schools. Even if we could, is that the best use of our money? I feel like the money I’m spending on education should go toward their college funds or something. I don’t know. I think we could make it work, but with other options out there, I’d just rather not pay for the kids’ education.

I honestly love the idea of homeschooling. I really do have a teacher’s heart and I get all excited over the fun things (curriculum, not even field trips) I could do with the kids. Not to mention the freedom it allows in visiting our families that live 2000 miles away. But that’s the thing. I love the idea of homeschooling. My son is very strong willed and I tend to lose my patience quickly. (However, the Lord is continuing to sanctify me in this area.)

There are other issues too, like me being an introverted person and the thought of never having down time freaks me out. And I’m lazy. At this point in time, I don’t have a good enough structure to actually implement homeschooling into our home. I do realize these are excuses and could be worked out. But they’re also the thoughts running through my mind.

Last thought: I’m a high school math teacher, the thought of teaching John how to read gave me the heebie-jeebies… until it became something we just started doing. Like today…

“Let me get the jar of peanut butter.” Me
“Jar.” The sound j makes several times. “Jar starts with j.” John
“That’s right! What about the ahhh sound?” Me
(Etc. until we spell jar.)

I mean, that’s teaching kids reading, people. Teaching letter recognition, and then letter sounds, and then combing those sounds to words and spelling. Why was I so scared of it? Because I’ve never done it before.

So, in the end, I am confident of my ability to home school my kids. I think I could do it, especially since so many families in our church home school and there would be lots of support.

Charter Schools
Finally, charter schools. We have LOTS of charter schools in our Salt Lake Valley and I can think of 14 off the top of my head within a 20 minute drive from my house. So I have some options here. The major problem, however, is that you have to rely on the lottery to get admitted to the school. I researched all the schools and picked about six or seven (although one school had 3 campuses, so 3 lotteries) to apply to. So far we’ve been rejected from three schools. Each of the schools I applied to would be a better school (for us) than our local elementary school. However, I do have a top choice within the charter schools I’ve applied to and we were not chosen in the lottery for it. There is still a chance that John will be able to attend, however. See here.

At this point in time, if we are not chosen in the lottery for any of the other schools we will begin home schooling. However, because of John’s age, we can try for all of the lotteries again next year, or my first choice (between the charter schools) is planning on opening a 4th campus around the corner from my house and we could put him in the lottery for first grade there as well.

(Note: There’s about a 50% chance of getting picked in a lottery for Kindergarten. There’s a seemingly 1% chance for other grades, do to sibling and employee priority enrollment. These are VERY loose numbers, however, it’s about what I’ve encountered.)

Final Note
If you know me, you know that I am a Christian. And you may have noted that Christ-centered teaching didn’t enter into my decision making process (at least much). The reason for this is because I feel like the Bible gives me, the parent, the responsibility to raise my child in such a way that he will glorify God and enjoy him forever. It does not give specifics on HOW to educate your child, but that you should. Afterall, the reason a lot of schools were started was so that all children could learn to read… the Bible. Regardless, I feel like a good education is very important. And no matter where John attends school his religious education is MY responsibility. I definitely think I would slack off in that area if he attended a Christian school. However, if he’s home schooled or out in the public sphere, I want to be the one training him and teaching him the ins and outs of what our family’s religious beliefs are. I want to be one to help shape his interactions and decisions as he begins to manuever the world.

New Job *hopefully*

What in the world is going on?! I know a few months ago I had a lot of posts on Facebook about my new job. In August I started working at the Hilton Garden Inn as a banquet server. It’s a perfect job for me. Good money, limited hours, and VERY flexible schedule. I’ve really enjoyed working there and it’s really helped us pay down our debt.
And then only 6 months later I start talking about another job opportunity. What is going on? Well, I’m a stay-at-home mom and I love it. But as my son heads into Kindergarten this fall, I started thinking about schools and education. We landed on sending John to a local charter school. However, the problem is that only 25-50% of those that apply to these schools are chosen through the lottery system. Our first choice, especially, had a low chance of John being picked in the lottery, [In fact I just found out that he was not picked.] but because they are not federally funded they can offer priority enrollment to part-time employees. So… I applied to be a group instructor. (Part of what I like about the school is that for reading, writing, and math students are put in groups of 4-8 students based on ability, rather than age or grade. To do this they need a lot of group instructors.) If I am hired than a year of teaching will secure not only John a position at the school but also Lydia and any other child we *hopefully* adopt. But before they hire you they
have you do a week of training and then observe how you teach the class.
So, this week has been my week of training. They use direct instruction approach as well as scripts for teachers. This experience as a scripted, reading, group teacher has been completely different from my time in the high school math classroom, but I do think it’s been going well. My training teacher has been very encouraging and assures me I’m a natural at this. At first I felt like the script would feel restrictive. On the contrary, the script really is simply the lesson and you’re just teaching though the lesson, explaining something that needs more explanation and moving on if the students have a good grasp on something.
Tomorrow is my “audition.” At this point in time I’m feeling pretty confident, but I will be practicing tonight (with my script) and I’m sure my nerves will be overwhelming tomorrow (Friday) as I wake up and make my way to the charter school. So, prayers are appreciated. 🙂
Update: Friday, March 4, 2011
So my evaluation went well today. Basically they told me the only thing I didn’t do well with was giving the kids enough praise. Mainly the kids came in so quietly and immediately sat down and opened their books and I should have been enthusiastically praising of the kids. They’re right. I totally should have. They chalked it up to inexperience and being nervous. Honestly though I was so SHOCKED by just how well behaved the kids were I didn’t know what to do with myself. 🙂 I think my training teacher prepped them before they walked in the classroom.
Anyhow, when I first corresponded with the main woman in charge, I was told that there were positions available to start now, and that it would give me an edge because the fall positions will be very competitive to get. This brought up questions of, “Well, if I started now, does that mean I just work to the end of the school year, a calendar year or the end of the school year in 2012?” She told me she’d explain all that after my training.
So, after having me wait for 15 minutes, of which I was nauseous. They explained that even if I was hired for the position right now, that I would not be guaranteed that I’d be hired back in the fall. And in order for John to get priority enrollment I’d have to be working that school year. So they didn’t want to hire me now, and that’s fine with me. However, I wasn’t hired for the fall either. They won’t be making those decisions until the summer. BUT, they said that by me coming in and doing training I distinguished myself among the over 100 other candidates, into the top 25.  They also seemed very excited about my ability to be able to help with the junior high math students (rather than the kindergartener specialist, which is basically what most people like me would try to be hired as.)
So, in the end I was confident in how I did this morning. And because of the advantage my math background gives me, I feel like I’m more likely to get hired than not. I also think it works to my advantage that I’m not bringing a trainload of kids that they’d have to find room for. We shall see. In the mean time I’m waiting to hear about the lottery from 4 more schools, and if none of those come through than I will plan on homeschooling John until I hear otherwise about this position.