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Hello my faithful blog-readers!

Well, on Friday the 27th of April, I applied for a teaching contract I had seen advertised online. It was at a school an hour and a half away, and it was for a maternity leave position, a 15 week contract with a grade 3/4 class.
I emailed off my application, and a few hours later, received a reply. It told me a little more about the position, and about the school. They informed me that because they were a private school, and because they kept their school fees low, they couldn't pay the successful applicant as much as they would be getting in a government school. To me, this was no problem! The chance to have my own class, for just over one full term, far outweighed the difference in pay. Plus, they had free, onsite teacher accommodation, so that solved my concerns about driving 3 hours each day to and from school.
Then, I received an email back, asking if I would like an interview. I jumped at the chance! (as much as you can via email anyway). The interview was scheduled for 11am on the 1st of May.
On the 30th of April, however, I was rung to do a relief day on the 1st, to which I agreed to. Then I had to figure out what to do! I hadn't had any work thus far in the term, so I didn't want to turn down a day of relief, plus the day was at a school I had already worked quite a few days at last term, and I really liked the school.
So, I rang the school I had the interview at, at 7am, on the day of the interview, as asked if I could reschedule it to the following Friday. They were super nice about it, and it was all set for 11am on the 4th.
The 4th came round, and after barely sleeping the night before (the nerves really got to me!), I left home at 7am, to head out for my interview.
That's right.
I left for a place an hour and a half away, 4 hours before I had to be there. Those darn nerves! I was so worried about getting stuck in traffic (apparently I was expecting 2.5 hours worth), that I left super early!
I stopped at an Officeworks along the way, and printed out some stuff for the interview. I also bought a usb stick. You see, all the things I wanted to print, were in an email I'd sent to myself, so I used the computer at Officeworks, downloaded all I needed onto the usb, and then gave it to the friendly lady at Officeworks witht he instructions 'print everything on there, please'. I then bought a new folder to put all my printing in, ready to hand over to my interviewer. All up, I spent $14 (thereabouts). To someone who lives from fortnight to fortnight, and just forked out enough money to get petrol to the school and back, $14 is a lot. Strange, but true.
Anyway, interview went really well. I wasn't half as nervous once I was actually in it. I cracked tonnes of hilarious, witty jokes (as my jokes always are...). The principal was really nice, and the other two interviewers were just as nice. They gave me the low-down on how my interview went when it was over (which I found really helpful) and they said they'd let me know by the end of the following week.
You know what though? He didn't even ask what was in the folder! $14 wasted! Though, maybe he though 'Wow, she's got a folder. She should get this job". Maybe the other interviewees didn't bring folders. Maybe that's what gave me 'the edge'. Yeah, that's probably it ;)
The following Friday (which was just this past Friday), I received an email, saying that I'd been 'short listed' and that they had one last person to interview on Monday, and let me know by Tuesday.
Today (Tuesday) I spent the entire day, carrying my phone around like a newborn baby. It never left my side, I was so worried about missing a call! I was praying heaps. And I also tried to give myself a reverse pep-talk, telling myself it didn't matter if I didn't get the job, that it was no big deal. I didn't want to feel too dreadful when they told me I didn't get it. But, at around 4:30 this arvo, they rang to let me know I had the job!
I tell ya, my heart just about beat right out of my chest I was so excited! I'm still buzzing, 8.5 hours later!
I cannot wait to start!
It's going to be such a brilliant experience! I am so stoked to have my own class! (if only temporary)
So, the moral of this story...God is SO good! I am so blessed to have this opportunity, and I am thankful to God for it!