A possible opportunity

I've been parked in front of my computer all day, awaiting some news that never came.

Last night, on the urging of my friend, I had sent in my resume and teaching evaluation to a principal in a small town in northern Alberta. My friend M had just moved there, and the principal had told her that there was still one teaching position open. It is something that is right up my alley, teaching high school English and Social Studies, plus a few elective courses. The bonus would be that it would save me from sitting at home for hours browsing the dismal tutoring positions that are available in Vancouver while I wait to hear about grad school.

Since the school in this small town needed someone urgently, I was interviewed first thing this morning. It was a strange interview, if I could even call it that. Instead of asking me about my experience, the principal reeled on and on about the classes that made up the teaching assignment. She ended her spiel with a simple question, "Do you think you are a suitable candidate for this?" I was actually a bit nervous about it, since she had wanted the selected candidate to offer electives in computer animation or wildlife education, something that I really had limited knowledge about. But, in typical trouper fashion, I asserted that I could do this.

In my rambling honesty, I told the principal that I wasn't looking at staying in that small community past the end of the school year because I wanted to go back to school. That might have been a stupid thing to say, and I won't know until I find out whether I get the job or not.

She had other candidates to interview, and has yet to get back to me. My friend M called up the principal tonight, and found out that it's all in the hands of the central office now, which means I probably won't hear back until Monday. I guess I can breathe this weekend and start holding my breath again Monday morning.

I have this gut feeling that if I do get this position, it'll be a whirlwind of an adventure. I would be piloting several elective courses, and would have my hands full. If I do get this position, I would fly by the seat of my pants and make my way there as soon as possible. How refreshing.

And if I don't get this position, it's just not meant to be. I've been looking into taking some intensive French language classes here in Vancouver. Maybe I'm meant to finally gain fluency in French during my months before grad school, or before whatever it is that comes after this period of career limbo.