Prospects

I would like the title of this post pronounced almost like "proshpects" with a backwoods, down-home, Alabama drawl. Picture a hunched-over, bushy-mustachioed, sun-burnt old man, rubbing his chafed hands together with a mischievous, cracked-toothed smile and a knowing gleam in his eye saying the word. Imagine him giving a dry, hearty cackle at the thought that he's marketable, that he's in demand, that he will soon be joining the world of the employed, and that he may end up making a bit more money than he previously thought.

Today that old man was me.

Today was the UA Recruitment of Educators day, otherwise known as UA-RED day, and I would say that it was a success. I'm a double major--Secondary Education Language Arts and Secondary Education Spanish. (It's taken me 5 years to do so since a double major is a bit more coursework and since I studied abroad for a semester.) Foreign Language teachers and teachers that are specialized in more than one area are in high demand, and I found that out today. I was a bit choosy, however, because I'm only really looking for employment in the Montgomery area since I'm moving back in with the 'rents to save up some money and get on my feet before launching out into the deep. There was a particular school, a private school, in the Montgomery area who seemed very interested in me. Usually private school salaries are less than those of public schools, but not this one. As the Academic Dean told me, "We're willing to pay for quality." You betcha. I'll probably be in touch with them and will hopefully have a more in-depth interview with the headmaster soon. I got another call back from the principal of a good school prospect in the same area--we keep missing each other. I'm still eager to hear what he has to say as well. But from here on out, it's kind of wait-and-see. I've mailed my application off to the state board, so I may be hearing more offers over the summer, once people have made a good assessment of their school's needs.

Today I felt like God gave me a big pat on the back and said, "Your labor is not in vain." Thanks, God. I needed that.