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I was fingerprinted today.

No, I didn't get arrested but I did think about getting in trouble for the tiniest moment once I realized I could get my fingerprints done for free that way, instead of having to pay to have them done myself.

How could I get into trouble? Let me count the ways....

Oh well. It'll never happen because I'm too much of a law abiding and rule-keeping person to ever have that happen.

But I digress. I had my fingerprints taken and then I went to the school district offices to turn them in---along with another monetary contribution of over fifty dollars---so I can begin teaching kids Spanish.

While I was sitting in my suburban getting my paperwork all in order my cell phone rang.

It was my new boss. I wish I could say I remember his name but I don't. He wanted to know when I was starting because a bunch of kids showed up today for the class and there was no....me. I informed him that I was never given a starting date just a hazy 'you can't start until we get your fingerprints run through the system' but we need you to start soon. Soon does not equal a date. Plus, when I called around to find a place to get fingerprinted I was told I could come in on Sept. 17th. I figured that was too long to wait so I kept looking and found a place that took walk-ins.

I sweetly informed my boss that I was at that very moment turning in my new hire paperwork and fingerprint packet and would be able to start as soon as they allowed me to do so.

So....I am officially hired. I get my very own classroom and so far two classes of Spanish students. They said I could expand my teaching to include creative writing, as I have a background as a writer.

This would be a good way to increase my income since my husband is now on strike against Boeing.

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  1. I've heard that they're hurting for teachers in a lot of districts but who'd have known they needed you SO bad to be happy to hire you even before all the ducks were in their rows..or however you would say that. Anyway, Bueno Luck to you! I know thats so incorrect its not even funny but you're not my teacher so I can do that! haha

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  2. Gracias!

    I'm excited to be back teaching. I'm also a bit nervous as I have to come up with the curriculum for the entire year. Ah well, what's life without a challenge, eh?

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  3. what school are you teaching at?
    i finally found your blog again.
    i get so confused by all your choices and then i get distracted...
    your boss sounds a little loopy?

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  4. Janet8:01 PM

    Buena suerte chica! I think that's right. Anyway, conga rats to you!

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  5. I will only come to class if ya wear short skirts and a lowcut top!

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  6. Kelly, do you know North City Elementary? I'll be teaching the homeschool kids there. Shoreline writes my paychecks but I teach homeschool kids. Weird, eh?

    Muy bien Janet!! Gracaias!

    Steve, Steve, Steve....no one wants to see me in a short skirt and low cut top, trust me.

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  7. cami went to school there for 3 years before they closed.
    now the high-cap is at ridgecrest.
    i didn't realize that the discrict provided teachers for the homeschool program.
    interesting...

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