The rolling stone gathers no moss, and this is especially true when the ball is rolling full speed down some muddy English school-yard hill.
Over the last few days, after having sent my application off to my teaching agency, I've been referred from my Adelaide-based support guy to a UK-based support guy (who shall henceforth be known as 'The Guy'). In the last 3 days I've been contacted four times by The Guy in regards to where I want to be teaching, and living preferences, and I've sent another updated copy of my CV.
And……..(you should never start a sentence with 'and' children!)
It's paying off, I feel like I'm getting somewhere.
An overwhelming feeling that I've just let my breath out after a week of holding it has occurred because The Guy found my first potential teaching position.
It's in Devon, with a grade 1/2, and was for two terms; a 'maternity leave' position. The school looks just like it's a rural NW coast Tassie school, and boasts an amazing array of habitats including:
Sounds picturesque, don't you think? I couldn't wait to go try out those therapeutic nettle beds!
I emailed The Guy back just a little while ago and asked him to keep looking. After all, it's only the first placement he's found for me, perhaps he might come up with the perfect one!
ARTHUR: O Knights of Ni, you are just and fair, and we will return with a shrubbery.
KNIGHT OF NI: One that looks nice.
ARTHUR: Of course.
KNIGHT OF NI: And not too expensive.
KNIGHT OF NI: Nooowww…..GO!