I received an email from my new (NEW) principal. They were interviewing for another second grade position on my new team, and would I like to be part of the interview team?
I said yes!
The first, and I’m sure not the last, mistake I made in my new building was showing up on Monday for a group of interviews that were set for Tuesday. Yeah.
The good news? I was all spiffed up and shiny when I met my brand new boss, even if I was a tad early. Mr. Brown was brought over from the Winchester Middle School, and just happened to have been the go-to man for all discipline issues in that particular middle school.
He knew Golden Boy, and he knew him well. (Gulp.)
After a pleasant exchange, some hand shaking and a bit of “getting to know you” questions, he admitted that while he knew Golden Boy, it wasn’t a bad thing. He said that the Boy was a very nice boy, and that he was not in trouble as much as GB had led me to believe. I left the building with a very good feeling.
I went to the interviews the next morning a bit nervous and a bit excited. I wasn’t sure what to expect, and hoped for the best.
At the end of the five-hour interviewing marathon, I walked out to my car. I sat in the seat reflecting on the incredible morning. While we interviewed vary capable and talented applicants, I was most excited about what happened in between.
We participated in amazing conversations about school, our practices, our hopes and dreams for the year and our students, our plans for school and much more. But what was even more important? We laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed - all of us, Mr. Principal included.
I drove home smiling, and thanked God for this new adventure. My heart is filled with excitement and a huge amount of happiness. And you know what? Inside this heart of mine, there isn’t one single ounce of anything else. (I refuse to waste one minute on any other emotion...)
Karma? I think I love you.