Padre's response to my story
I was starting to get antsy about what Padre thought about my story. He finally wrote back and here's part of what he wrote:
I read the story -- very well written, reflective and creative -- you deserve the Grand Prize! Do something good for you with the money, like buying something fattening.
I thought that was SO funny. Omg.
Next School Year
I went up to Auburn today to discuss the possibility of my being a Teaching Assistant next school year. Usually, those who want to teach must have taken the methods class for a year before they are allowed to. With the classes I've taken this past summer, the class I took this Fall, the class I'll take in the Spring and the classes I'll take this summer in Spain, I'll have the 18 hour requirement. But with my working full time also, it was impossible for me to have taken the methods class. However, I'm going to be allowed to take the methods class while I'm teaching as an Assistant next year mainly because of my prior teaching experience.
It's weird how everything has fallen into place. It's almost like I haven't even done anything. It's just like all of a sudden, I have a guaranteed Teaching Assistant position lined up for next year (which means school will be paid for, by the way), which means that I can confidently say that this will be my last year teaching at my current place of employment and that I can unstressfully and gracefully bow out this time. (Unlike last year. Lord. Remember that fiasco?) I just wanted to make sure like . . . this is a done deal, right? The program director waved me away saying that I should get my award letter in about a week. I walked away with the instructor's edition of the first year undergrad Spanish book and manual with a "See you at orientation in August" as a farewell. It's like it dropped in my lap. When things are meant to be, I guess they're just meant to be.
I'm always behind the loop on movies. I know, this movie is like 5 years old, but I finally got around to seeing it. It was only $5 at Target, and I heard it was good, so why not? I fell in LOVE with it. It made me want to go back to Europe, go to an Indian wedding, and fall in love with an Irish soccer coach. Well, the going back to Europe part has been saved up for (ay, that reminds me, I need to fill out all of that study abroad paperwork), but Indian weddings might be rare in Spain. The Irish soccer coach is maybe a 50/50. Maybe if I'm a good girl and save up some more, I can take a side trip to England while I'm in Spain. That would be smashing, yeah?

2 comments:
Hi Chantel,
I stopped over from the Pippi Narrative, which I do from time to time because I love your writing. So when I read about your "story" I scrolled down to see if there was a link to it. Woo Hoo--there was! I LOVE it! I taught freshman and junior level English Comp. at Indiana State University for ten years and let's just say I wish all my students wrote like you. Grading would have been a lot more fun! :-) Congratulations on winning!
Kathy, thanks for stopping by, and I'm so glad you liked my story! You just made my day. :-)
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