I got the job at FHS. I received the call on Thursday while I was NYC for a wedding (one of Sara's close friends). I can't describe the wonder and excitement of those first few hours, but needless to say, I was ecstatic. It couldn't have come at a better time--spiritually, mentally, financially--and it felt like everything in my life was clicking into place.
Then I received the email. I should back up, though. Before I applied, I didn't think I would be eligible to teach for this school year, but I talked with one of the regional directors of the Non-Traditional Licensure Program and was assured that I would be eligible to re-enroll in the program (and so be provisionally certified) at that time. I stated specifically that I had withdrawn, rather than being placed on hold, and had not attended any training modules, but somehow that information didn't sink in. On Friday it was discovered that I had done exactly as I had stated, that I had withdrawn, and I was told that I couldn't accept the job. I don't know whether the regional director didn't understand the distinction between the two and so didn't convey that information to the head office, or if the error lies there (it seems there was misinformation in my file that stated I had attended the summer training), but either way I am out of a job in an embarrassing fashion.
It has not been a good week.
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oh man....
I'm so sorry. I can't imagine what God is up to on this situation. It sure seems like he's asleep on the boat, huh?
Yeah, I haven't been too sure about that. I was confused even before the interview. I felt like he was leading me to get this job, but at the same time I thought he wanted me to lead the marriage small group at Vintage, and I was pretty sure I couldn't do both. At this point I mostly trust that he knows what he's doing, though. Mostly.
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