Spring Break is in the air. You can smell the tingling incense of excitement lingering in the staffroom at Deadwood. There is a distinct extra "jaunt" to everyone's step, a slight curl in our lips, and we grab and swing around any available pole with our arms whipping about and our heads tilted back in happy song. Even the wind lost its frosty bluster for a tepid nudging today, congratulating us for surviving.
A slight cracking of a door broke the silence yesterday. I found myself selling my skills to a skeptical principal of a rural school who is needing a temp position filled in his graphic design classroom. During such sales I try to avoid the act of opening my trench coat with one arm displaying my dangling wares, I find it sends a waft of "counterfeit". I prefer to slap a tantalizing briefcase on the table, slowly but confidently opening it while I desperately search their eyes to measure their want. Once you give it your all, it's up to God. It is no longer in my hands. Sure, I'll wave a skeptical eyebrow, "Are you really going to place this gift on my lap?" But I have not entered the storehouses of the snow, nor have I shown the dawn its place.
PS:
My collaborating teacher returned from New York and brought back with her stories of art, stories of artists, and a twinkle of renewed creative zeal in her eye. She showed me a picture of a work she was able to see at one of the many galleries she traversed. It was of a teddy bear knit out of strips of lead by David Cole. Although beautiful, it was supposedly very heavy, and of course poisonous. Wow. How many allegories could you extract from that??
PPS:
to understand the gigantic size of the wind powered generator is to find the staircase and door at the base.
8 comments:
How can you be so vague?!?!? Jonathan and I have been argueing all day about what school you may have applied at, and whether you applied or were just chosen. Please, provide more details! Rural could mean anything! Jonathan has concluded that considering the wind turbines that you were interviewed at a school in Manitou. But, I thought no way, Julia still has another year of school and that would be an extra long commute. I tend to think that it was in Stonewall or something. but, I don't know. Either way we are excited for you and I know I will pray for you about this.
I am trying to not get attached to this place just yet. It is similar to naming an injured bird that struck your window. You really don't know if it will survive and fly away, or die, crippled in your hands, or get eaten by that strange one-eyed cat from down the street. But I will say that it is only a half-hour drive from where we live. The windmill photo was taken a while ago. I just thought it looked nice. Good sleuthing gumshoes!
We have a neighbourhood cabbit, so... I guess I understand. I mean, if the potential job was eaten by our cabbit, I would be really hurt, and...angry.
Oh, and it's so good to be more right than Jonathan (even though I'm probably still wrong). My second guess is Steinbach.
i don't think i'm wrong per se. i just associated the wind thingy's with your story about the teaching job, which, by the way, you are still being too vague about...and those wind generators are out in st. leon which is very close to manitou, but of course, manitou doesn't have a graphic design class.
they said that they would only contact people for interviews. i'll tell you where this place is if they contact me for an interview. heck i'll tell you via bullhorn if they call me for an interview.
Yesterday was the deadline for applications.
PS: you are WAAAY off.
So? Has anything happened?
Nope, they've all been on Springbreak. I did however talk to admin and I am still in the game. Hopefully I will hear from them this week.
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