Last
October, I wrote a post lamenting the fact that the plans I made for fall 2012
didn’t pan out. I was sad and
frustrated, because I felt like I deserved to have things work out after
waiting for soooooo loooooooooong. But instead, the job I thought I wanted—a virtual
school instructor—fell through, and instead of graduating August of 2012,
things got delayed because my major professor pulled a stunt.
So there I
was, jobless and still in school, slaving over data analysis and the completion
of my dissertation. Fortunately, my
brother moved in and paid the bills as they related to the house, but it didn’t
cover the things I did for myself in terms of pampering. It was a sacrifice of the highest order, as I’ve
worked steadily since age 19.
As an
educator, jobs come available at certain times, so fall came and went, as did
winter. I worked on finishing school, as
that was all I had to do other than write my novels. The phone remained silent and I was terrified
that I’d be stuck having to take a job at yet another public school. I will not elaborate on why that terrified
me, but y’all ain’t stupid. Three weeks
ago, I successfully defended my dissertation and the very next day, I got an
email from the principal of a school in Asia, asking me if we could Skype; he
was interested in my educational profile.
Things went extremely well, and two interviews and ten days later, they
offered me the job.
So...I’m moving to Asia
to teach at a posh private school.