"I love it when a plan comes together."

This is a post about the fleeting nature of disappointment . . .

In my previous rage-filled story about my job search, I told the story about School A and School B, and in that story, School B really messed me up, and School A was very nice about rejecting me. One thing they said was "You are a very strong candidate, and if another position should open up, we would contact you."
Well, I assumed that this meant, like, next year.

Apparently they meant later in the week.

I got a job!

In the coming weeks, I will share more about the school, the location, etc. (Not that I am superstitious, but I do not want to jinx anything before I sign a contract, which they will send me next week after the school board meeting.) But for now, I will say that it is in a very nice suburb, and it is considered one of the best high schools in the state. It was one of my top-pick schools.

So my master plan of living in the city and teaching in the suburbs is coming true, and I am completely overwhelmed with excitement.

Thank you to everyone who sent good vibes my way. It has been a rollercoaster couple of weeks -- I was feeling completely shattered and depressed last week. Now I am thrilled. And relieved. And happy.