My demo lesson was mysteriously taken away from me. I'm assuming they called my old school and got a negative report. But that's my mind working overtime. It's for the best. I don't know what I'm thinking trying to go back to the place that was the scene of my mental breakdown. Part of me wants to change the past, or fix the past. Part of me feels like I have unfinished business. Part of me just desperately wants a job. Letting it go.
On a positive note, I got a job reading SAT essays. It's very similar to my old job reading prospective teacher essays. I don't know how many hours it will be yet, but hoping for the best. More hours is more money.
Looking forward to weigh-in day tomorrow. Hoping I didn't blow with those pretzels yesterday.
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