I've been brave. I polished my CV (resume), contacted my potential references, wrote a cover letter, filled out lots of information online, sent lots of emails, and at the end of a two-week process, I have applied for 3 jobs. And I'll apply for one more on Monday (Thanks, Sarah Flib. And WHY are you flib?).
Honestly, I'm just feeling vulnerable about it. I applied to teach a Writing Foundations class online for BYU-Idaho, to teach anything English-y at ISU (and the English department is not currently allowed to hire anyone), and I applied as a writing and history tutor (naturally, there are no current vacancies.) Curse the myriad hiring freezes and hurray for my first efforts to find something in academia that would allow me to be a relatively guilt-free mom. I dream of teaching ONE class a semester.
I had a nice long talk with Heavenly Father about my concerns and hopes while on a run today. I only have one year of teaching experience because I finished my Master's coursework in a year. Because I wanted be with Doug when he began law school in West Virginia.
We experienced a miracle in our path together from BYU to USU to WVU, and I don't regret any of it, but it does mean I have less experience than other applicants will have. I don't know what will happen, and it's ridiculous to worry about it because at least these three applications are out of my hands, but I do feel sick about it. I know that if I don't get to be in academia right away, that doesn't mean it's final. I can still submit my work for publication and find other ways to strengthen my CV. And I can keep on "lifelong learning" the way I have been.
In other news, Doug and I went to Boise on Thursday so Doug could be formally inducted with other lawyers who passed the Bar. My mom watched our kids, and they took the opportunity to begin throwing up (Isaac, multiple times) and having diarrhea (thank you, Lucy.) When we got home, the kids were great and stopped having "troubles" so I told my mom she was just lying to get some sympathy:). My poor, poor mom. I don't think she'll want to watch my kids again any time soon.
And I've completed Day #1 of General Conference. So far, I love Elder Oaks and Elder Anderson's talks the best. And I look forward to reading the talks because the kids were a touch distracting, as were the naps Doug and I took on the couch every once in a while.
3 comments:
Way to go! I love hearing about all the things you are doing! I agree - job applications make you feel totally vulnerable! Good luck with that and hurray for the trip to Boise! And as we law wives know, there's NO way he could have done it without YOU! Hurray for you too!
Go Tara! I agree, it does make one feel very vulnerable when they are applying for something that they want very badly--plus either receiving or not receiving a job offer in your job of choice seems to either validate or reject your abilities in an area that you love. I felt very similarly when getting my tutoring job (I think at heart we are soul sisters in this regard). So I will send a prayer and good karma your way, because I know exactly what this would mean to you because I know how much my little job means to me.
Flib became my nickname in highschool. Nothing rhymes with my maiden name, so for some reason one of my friends paired it with "Flibby." Then that got shortened to Flib.
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