While I was in Maine last week, I got an email about an opportunity to teach sex ed at a high school in the Greater Boston area. All kinds of things went through my mind at the sight of the email. I must have read it and reread it several times before making any more moves.
First, I had to think practically. Could I get to the school by public transportation? Would I be hearing back from previous jobs? Do I have to reschedule anything?
After I figured out those logistical things, I responded to the email and spent the remainder of last week preparing for it. At one point, I met with another volunteer and the head of the organization.
I was a bit nervous, truth be told. While I was excited to interact with kids again and doubly excited to teach a sex ed curriculum, I started feeling some self-doubt. Having no experience teaching sex ed and being unfamiliar with the curriculum, I just didn't know if I wold be able to pull it off. It was almost as though I had forgotten how much experience I had under my belt.
But as we met and discussed the curriculum, I realized that I had nothing to worry about. I know this is going to sound bad, but I actually felt better after the other volunteer asked me if I had experience teaching classrooms. After quickly going through my experience and realizing that she was just applying for a Masters in Social Work and Sex Education, I calmed myself down.
As I exited the Haymarket T station, I looked around to eye all the bus numbers. Realizing that I might be in the wrong section, I asked a T worker. He said, "I don't know. I actually just work with the subway." I'm sorry, but why don't you know more about the services the T has? Clearly, this is why they're losing money!
Frantic, I quickly walk to another exit, but I don't see my bus number and there's no other T worker around. I quickly grab my phone and try to figure out where the bus is supposed to pick up. I realize I'm most definitely at the wrong station, and there's no way I'm catching this extremely infrequent bus!
I had no other choice but to back track back to my neighborhood and grab a Zipcar. I feel so flustered, but I knew I wasn't going to be late, since the bus would have gotten me there nearly 1 and a half hours before I needed to be there.
As I'm waiting in Government Station for the B line, I get a local phone call. Since my cell has an L.A. area code, I know whether or not to pick up an unknown number.
The phone call is for a job I applied for back in December. I schedule an interview for Tuesday.
Well, if these two days are any indication, I'm really hoping that there's more to come. In fact, this entire week is full of awesome.
All week I'll be teaching a sex ed curriculum. The job interview went extremely well, especially after a fellow BUSSW alum peeked in and gave me an on-the-spot recommendation! I will be contacting another agency tomorrow to inquire about a job I applied for. The boyfriend will be starting grad school on Thursday. I will hopefully hear back about the most recent job interview by Friday. And the weekend will be dedicated to my side job and a sales meeting.
I am feeling eternally grateful for this week. I feel busy and active and useful.
Just a little more of that, please, 2011. A healthy, manageable amount of activity that still leaves time for my side business to grow and for me to spend time with the soon-to-be-busy boyfriend and the kitties.