The title of this post was originally meant to convey something like, "Hey, haven't seen you in awhile. Let's catch up!" However, I've realized that this may be my life's motto for the next nine months or so.
No, I'm not pregnant. It will be nine months before the end of this school year, and by that time I think I will be ready to cut the cord from my little 9th and 10th grade darlings. If you had not heard, via the FB or me screaming it from the mountain tops, I got a job. A really fantastic job too, despite all the whining you will inevitably read hereafter. I am teaching 9th and 10th grade English in Draper, and enjoying myself immensely.
While living in Hawaii this summer (it's a rough life) I got a text from the principal of Corner Canyon High School in Draper that read, "Kelly, if you are still interested in the job, it's yours." I literally, and I mean literally, could not believe it. I had been turned down TWICE for this job. My ego was shot to crap. I had packed my bags for Hawaii, absolutely sure my dreams of teaching would have to wait another year. All the while I was strolling along of beach and marveling at the beauty Oahu and the Big Island have to share, in the back of my mind I kept thinking, "Another failure. Another road block. Another hurdle to deal with, another door slammed in my face." Very optimistic, I know. However, if you will remember, the past several years have not been the best. Shattered heart after a broken relationship. Eleven temp jobs in the seven years since I graduated college. A mission that was not what I expected in any regard. Very expensive attempt at graduate school that blew up within six weeks. Cancer. Twice. Wah wah wah. I'm not saying I've had it harder than anyone else; I'm just saying things have not gone smoothly since I received my diploma in 2006.
This is why, on that muggy July morning, I simply could NOT believe something wonderful had actually happened. I thought maybe the text was a mistake. Perhaps she meant to send it to someone else? Or maybe it was a horrible joke, as I could not stop thinking that NO principal sends a job offer via text! But nay, it was a very real job offer. I quickly accepted, got on a plane about a week later, and tried to figure out what in the world I was going to teach my 200 minions. Now here I am, four weeks later, and still standing. The first few days of work-school, I would come home, collapse on the couch, and not move for at least two hours. Now, I come home, collapse on the couch for a few minutes, but then am ready to take Milo for a run or figure out lesson plans for the next day.
Oh, and yes, I have started running again. Not every day, and not quickly at all, but I am jogging again and enjoying it. I feel like my body finally has begun to heal. It's taken quite awhile, but I'm starting to feel a little bit like myself again. For the past three, four years, my body has been a stranger to me. It got tired from very little to no exertion. It wanted nothing more than to lay on the couch for hours at a time. It wanted carbs and chocolate exclusively, and ferociously guarded its fat stores. It kept gaining weight, feeling sick, and despairing that it couldn't change anything. My joints would ache, my head was foggy, and the pit of my stomach churned 24 hours a day. My poor body was in a sad state of affairs, to say the least.
The good - no - GREAT news, is that things are looking up. Lately, I've attempted to feed my body with more than cold cereal and french fries. For some reason, I could not stomach many things during the cancer years. Red meats made me want to die. Vegetables tasted like dirt. Even fruit didn't taste delicious like they had. Now I am drinking green juice, eating vegetable soups, and even getting a piece of steak down once in a while.
I still have lots of work to do, weight to lose, lessons to plan, and optimism to reestablish. I am not the same bright-eyed girl who left Provo full of hope, sure everything in the future would be fabulous. Now I am much more grounded, much more realistic, and a little scarred from my learning experiences.
But I am still hopeful. I love my students, my co-workers, my family and friends. I am surrounded with supportive people who have never let me think for a second that I can't be happy and successful.
There is still so much to improve, time to be made up, hence the name "Catchin' Up." But I can only do things a day at a time, and I feel like I'm doing a pretty ok job at it.