I’m supposed to be on vacation for one week before the week of Teacher Orientation. One week. We are done with teams for the year. We have no more traveling planned for this week. I only wanted to brush up on my Spanish subjunctive tense, devour a few books on my Kindle, and knock off a few Sudokus a day. I’m supposed to be on vacation.
So if you read my blog yesterday, you will know that I started my day with bad news. Now that it’s official, I can tell you that our 2nd grade teacher quit… two weeks before the first day of school. I’m the Vice Principal, so of course she sent the email to me. I saw a month’s worth of work unravel before my eyes. I’m supposed to be on vacation. I’m not supposed to be madly searching for a new teacher just days before the school year starts.
Yesterday I spent a lot of time in prayer and a lot of time hovering around my cell phone, email, and Facebook just communicating with those who needed to know and those who could help get the word out. I could do nothing else. It’s not like there are a bunch of American teachers just waiting around in Costa Rica, longing to be hired. And anyone that we hire needs to move to a foreign country basically by the end of the week, two weeks at the latest. How many of YOU could do that? I certainly could not. So you can see how limited my pool of teacher choices is. So much for being on vacation.
Eight Facebook friends reposted my desperate plea for a new teacher. And I posted the need on a prayer group board for our home church. A friend of a friend of a friend connected me to a name. My parents both wrote with a recommendation of their own. Another teacher offered to ask a friend of hers if she was interested. One of our sweet newly graduated students wrote offering to substitute until we found another teacher. We were all beating the bushes simultaneously.
At dinner time I did a quick phone interview with one potential candidate and received a resume from another. In the morning (today) I will have a meeting with our Head Director the Principal and myself. We will discuss the situation and read the resume together. They will probably want to do a Skype interview right on the spot. None of us are supposed to be in the office this week. We are all on vacation.
How will this drama end? I’ll be sure to let you know when I come to the end of the story. I am sure that God has a plan. I am confident that God has the right person in place for this job. I am totally convinced that we are seeing a miracle unfold even as I write these words. It’s just excrutiatingly stressful to see the birth of something new even though it didn’t take God by surprise and neither is He stressed out by this contraction of my best laid plans. I just have to remember to keep breathing. Breathe, breathe, breathe and think about vacation.