Tuesday morning: Despite what my children and my sister say, it appears that reneging on a school contract is not taken lightly by the BOE, and they can and will suspend a teacher's certificate. The only way to get out of a contract is to be released from it by the Supt. based on a letter requesting the release, and the reasons had better be good. Sigh. This doesn't look good for my transition to Bryan County. This morning I have an appointment at the BOE to talk with someone at HR and present my situation to her. Maybe she can advise on the likelihood of being released. I also have a letter written to the Supt. which I can drop off while there. I can feel the energy draining out of me. Maybe moving to the new job isn't going to work out, and I'll have to accept this. Actually, that would be the easier path of the two, to go back to a familiar situation, if that's any comfort. But no, it's not. Let's see what happens this morning at the BOE. In yesterday's mail, I received some kind of welcome letter from Bryan County, and I haven't even signed their contract yet. I spoke to their HR, however, to say that the paperwork on my years' experience was en route, and she said the final paperwork would be distributed during their new teacher orientation on July 31. I'd like to think I'll be attending that orientation, but chances are, I won't be.
The animals returned from the vets yesterday and follow me from room to room. The cat's thyroid condition is improving and his coat looks magnificent, but the numbers from the blood test show that he still needs an increased dose of the medicine he's been taking. The clip-clopping of the dog's feet on the wood floors now fills the house. I've got so much picking up and cleaning to do, but yesterday I was too absorbed with visiting Chatham HR to request paperwork sent to Bryan, followed by phone conversations with our friend and neighbor at the BOE who says contract-breaking is serious, followed by writing an effective letter to the Supt. (it took two or three hours and many revisions to get just what I wanted). When I have a mission, all else around me seems to fall away, including the laundry and clutter.
Paul starts his summer quarter classes tomorrow. He's enjoying his major in drafting and seems to be doing very well with it. Liberto is overwhelmed with some FEMA project at work. He's administering some city plan for hurricane evacuation, which seems to have commanded all his energy and anxiety. He gets as worked up by the details of his work life as I do by mine, so we're like two tornados swirling side by side on parallel paths.
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