MIA and the things that kids say...

three weeks sure do pass quickly. we had the fast and it was AMAZING. i felt so near to God and so at peace and in tune with him and it was all about spiritual motion forward to a deeper relationship. now, two weeks later, i'm in the midst of winding down my first year in the teacher ed. program and there's so much to do and i'm not feeling a whole lot of peace and it feels the complete opposite of my fasting week. i want fasting week. instead, i've got one week of student teaching left, one week of grad school coursework, and three days to turn in a huge 20-pg single spaced write-up about a lesson unit that was videotaped. oh, and i have to find a job. i'm EXHAUSTED. but i guess it's a little exciting too, getting ready to jump into my ownblah classroom...assuming i figure out where i'll work.

this is where it gets more crazy. i've had one interview and the principal called me back the next day to offer me a position. this is a big deal only because there seems to be this shortage of good teaching positions and an abundance of us grad school kids looking for jobs. but, i'm just not sure about the principal and the school. here's a breakdown:

pros:

new school - completely environmentally sound - concrete, paint...everything, and it is all about windows for natural light - no jailhouse feel here.

neighborhood - north of k-town in a fairly nice area, considering the fact that it is still considered a low-performing school...even though it hasn't even opened its doors yet. plus, it's two blocks from grace's school - we could hang out!

teammate - a friend from the team has already accepted a position

wants to do the best by the students

principal - no nonsense, clear expectations, and i get along with her

cons:

new school - no established culture or any data about how the environment would actually be

principal - hardcore, type A, asian-american overachiever and potential taskmaster who does not seem flexible...at all. it may be too much to handle in my first year of teaching, plus completing my masters, and having to do coursework for my permanent/clear credential. and she's crazy "by the book" even when the set policies stink and she knows it.

plus, according to the conversations i've been having with my advisor, she's trying to pressure me into a quick answer to join their staff - he says she's playing hardball. eesh.

then there's this other school where i have an interview next wednesday, but it sounds like they've called everybody and their mother in for an interview and i'm not really sure how interested in me they actually are. again, my advisor says he knows for a fact that the principal is "EXTREMELY interested." eh...but who really knows...

and, i met with a cool principal at a reception our program had and he took my resume and plans to contact me should a spot open up, which he suspects it will. unfortunately, i found out that the school doesn't qualify as one of our partnership schools, so that's out of consideration even if he actually calls.

i hate the job process...looking, interviewing...it's part of why i was just never that fond of in business school. i just want to teach - not deal with all this political blah junk and "game"-playing with principals.

the kids are pretty much the thing that is keeping me motivated to actually go through the job process. it's a necessary evil to get to where i want to be. plus, they say the darndest things. my 2nd graders have been reading about martin luther king, jr. and black and white relations during the civil rights era and we've been having a lot of really wonderful conversations about it all, slavery too. at the end of one of the days, one of the kids asked me, "are we white?" ok, all my students are students of color - latino and cantonese. without going into the whole technical, nitty-gritty parts of european colonization in latin america, i explained that we're not white because our families didn't come from europe - basic level idea of a huge complicated mess. then another student, a latina girl asks, "then, are we gringos?" i told her it's generally a term applied to white people, so no, we aren't gringos.

this brings me to tonight. i have never been stopped by a police officer while walking on the street. a bunch of us went to see x-men 3 earlier tonight and the westside carpool was leaving the theater (after midnight) and we noticed a police officer in his car int he parking garage talking through the passenger window to some random asian girl. ok...whatever. we starts to drive away and then slows and looks at us, then drives away again. uh...ok. so we're talking next to the garage to the next block where the car is parked. we leave the garage area and step out onto the street and the officer has put on his lights and stepped out of his car and called for our attention. so he walks up to us and asks my friend for her name - no reason given. weird...red flags. she asks him why, which i thought was valid. he asks for her name again and she tells him her first name. now he wants her last name. there's some chiming in and questioning of why and he gets all authoritarian and says that he's speaking to her, asking her the question. so anyway, he gets her last name and then says that he's out looking for a missing girl who is a short asian wearing a blue sweater. uh...dude...we're in alhambra...it's all short asian girls who could be wearing blue sweaters. seriously...it didn't make a whole lot of sense. and the officer was a 35-40 year old white guy. i'm still trying to figure out what the heck happened...it was just so weird. and the stereotype of white police officers has just been reinforced.