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I believe it was John Lennon who first penned this quote and I think it perfectly outlines the past few months for us. Last July, my husband and I decided to take a leap of faith and move back to Pittsburgh after living in what sometimes seemed like a foreign country. Finding jobs in this economy is no small task, especially in the fields of teaching more
Yes, we are still on the Yellowbrick Road to The Emerald Steel City. The past few weeks have been a reminder to me that our journey back to Pittsburgh really is mirroring The Wizard of Oz. Just like Dorothy, I feel like I have been in a cyclone and dropped into a new and semi-strange land. I haven’t posted in so long because my free time has been more
I knew this day was coming but I didn’t know it would bother me so much. I had a professional meeting today and it was uncharacteristically positive and productive. I was discussing the future and vision of my subject and it was . . . how else to explain it?? Amazing. Finally, someone else seems to see the big picture and acknowledge my ideas more
July, 2009 – About 4 months ago, my husband asked me to update his resume and cover letter. After being assured that he was not being laid off (ALLEGEDLY!) I agreed. NOTE: Remember in The Full Monty when Tom Wilkinson was laid off but he kept getting dressed and leaving for work as if nothing happened so he would not disappoint his wife? It more
It is 7:oo am on a Thursday morning in early September and I step out of my classroom for hall duty. For those who do not work in the hallowed halls of education it just means that my colleagues and I watch kids walk by on their way to 1st block. I am very self conscious about my attire – a black polo shirt and Khaki’s. It is a bit under-dressed more
While living in NC for 14+ years, my husband and I would pack up the fam and make the 8 hour trek home at least twice a year and sometimes more often. On the way north, we eagerly awaited the chance to be greeted by the Monongahela River which flows under a bridge somewhere near Morgantown, WV. Without fail we would shout “Hello, Mon!” more
I was never one of those people who planned to leave his or her hometown as soon as possible. On the contrary, I remember the day I was forced to accept the fact that I would have to leave Pittsburgh. It was one of the worst days of my life. It was in the late spring of 1994 and I was substituting at my Alma Mater, Langley High School, during the more
