location: Mr. Brown's math class.
I got an email from the Texas Department of Education yesterday saying that I have come to the end of the road. My only options are to be a school counselor at a private school for 3 years and then re-apply or to get my teaching certification (which would mean more school and another internship) and then teach for three years and then re-apply. Either way, Certification as a School Counselor is 3 years away. Who knows if we will even still be here by then. Maybe I'll have a baby and being a stay at home mom by then...ergh.
My frustration comes more about being so confident that School Counseling was where God had called me. I remember so explicitly, sitting in Intro to Judaism (Dr. Kavka) thinking after graduation in three months, I was going to be a flight attendant until Mike graduated and we could get married. All of a sudden this overwhelming feeling, draw, urging, whatever - came to me. I knew it was God, and I knew what I was doing. I called my mom when I left that class and told her I was going to be a high school counselor. I had no idea I needed a Master's degree, so finding out what I needed to achieve this came next. I emailed a random counselor at Satellite and asked...how does one become a guidance counselor. You need a Master's degree...ok...I am going to graduate school.
3 years later I am starting my first job as a Guidance Counselor for letters A-Ce at West Orange High School. Next came the move to Texas in June and now...here I am - in Mr. Brown's math class, substitute teaching for a 10th grade geometry class, listening to some kid ask a girl, "If you had a boyfriend, wouldn't you want him to take you to Olive Garden." How did this happen? How did I get here? How had I been SO confident that God had called me to the counseling profession? What's was His purpose in that urging? ERGH.
My frustration comes more about being so confident that School Counseling was where God had called me. I remember so explicitly, sitting in Intro to Judaism (Dr. Kavka) thinking after graduation in three months, I was going to be a flight attendant until Mike graduated and we could get married. All of a sudden this overwhelming feeling, draw, urging, whatever - came to me. I knew it was God, and I knew what I was doing. I called my mom when I left that class and told her I was going to be a high school counselor. I had no idea I needed a Master's degree, so finding out what I needed to achieve this came next. I emailed a random counselor at Satellite and asked...how does one become a guidance counselor. You need a Master's degree...ok...I am going to graduate school.
3 years later I am starting my first job as a Guidance Counselor for letters A-Ce at West Orange High School. Next came the move to Texas in June and now...here I am - in Mr. Brown's math class, substitute teaching for a 10th grade geometry class, listening to some kid ask a girl, "If you had a boyfriend, wouldn't you want him to take you to Olive Garden." How did this happen? How did I get here? How had I been SO confident that God had called me to the counseling profession? What's was His purpose in that urging? ERGH.