My internal blogging clock has been a little off the last couple of months.
Normally, something clicks in my head (normally a voice… oddly in a Scottish accent) every 3 or 4 days that tells me it’s time to write (?) another blog.
But lately, I’ve been a little busy.
Writing the great American novel?
Definitely not because this would require some sort of understanding of the English language.
Training for the running (i.e. walking) of a half-marathon.
Yes. But that’s not why I’ve been busy.
Surprisingly, it doesn’t take long to jog 12 steps then bend over and gasp for what feels like my final breath.
I’m busier than usual because I’ve taken a new job.
I will be leaving my present school district after 16 years. Or as I like to think of it, 37% of my life (if you want to know how truly OLD I am… do the math).
When I started teaching, I was an idiot. Now that I’m leaving, I’m a little less of an idiot (although going from teacher/coach to principal and then superintendent may very well qualify me as an idiot of almost Biblical proportions).
Why am I leaving?
I’m leaving, before they chase me out. This is a much underrated key to success in the workforce.
Leave before they tell you to leave.
Leave before they start circling your half-dead body like a buzzard.
But that’s a different blog.
I’m really leaving because I have someplace else to go (duh).
Where am I going?
Wait for it… wait… wait…
…to the Evil Spawn’s school district.
Yes, the Spawn and I are combining forces (that’s a lot of sarcasm in one place).
She thinks it’s a good idea. I’m not so sure.
I don’t worry about me, but I can envision how it could be a challenge for her.
She will either love having her father wander in and out of every aspect of her life, or hate it.
But what better time to launch this grand experiment than moments before she hits her awkward teenage years.
Timing is everything!
What could possibly go wrong?
Now I will have the best of both worlds. Watching her slam the bedroom door at home and watching her slam the locker door at school.
I’m a lucky man.
I hope she feels the same when this is all over.
As an added bonus, I will be two minutes from Buddy’s house (which used to be called “my house”).
Lunch with Buddy.
That will be nice.
And it may be the only peace and quiet I get.
The good news is she’s growing up fast and I get a front row seat. The bad news is she’s growing up fast and I get a front row seat.