Many of my teacher friends have been somewhat all-consumed by the strike. They post articles on Facebook and organize rallies. They support each other in turns, for as one’s energy and optimism wanes, another’s peaks. I’ve felt distant and removed from the whole situation, mostly by choice due to my job situation – I didn’t feel emotionally prepared to deal with teachers complaining about how they wanted to be back in their classrooms when I didn’t have a classroom to be back in. So I, for better or worse, stayed on summer vacation. To be honest, it was almost completely for the better. I arranged flowers, spent innumerable hours canning, and read books. I knit (of course I knit… probably less than I would have on the picket line though). Certainly I read the articles about the strike that had been posted, and if I ever went to town anymore I would have gone to the rallies. But I haven’t gone to town, so I didn’t go to the rallies. I talked to people about the strike, and encouraged others to get involved. I wrote letters to the Education Minister and to Christy Clark and to my MLA. But I stayed home and hung out in my hammock and farmed. I went to the beach. I continued to spend time in the sun. And I felt a little guilty, but not enough to do anything about it. I think if the weather had been different, or if the farm wasn’t so awesome, or I didn’t have a million things to do to keep busy I would have been more present in the strike. But it wasn’t.
Until Wednesday when I was offered a job, which made today the last day of my summer vacation. As Jeremy said, I get to ease back into working life… I’ll be going to hang out on picket lines, but I won’t be doing it all of the hours of the day. I’ll still be able to knit lots. I’ll be hanging out in the sunshine (or the rain, but thank GOODNESS it’s not snowing here, like it was in Calgary or in Fort Nelson). I am certainly grateful to have a job, but the end of summer break is always a bit of a heartbreaker too. I don’t feel like I’m exuding as much excitement here as I should be… I wasn’t able to write this yesterday because I was so happy. This morning, the first thing I said, while I was still half-asleep was “I got a job!”… so if you read this and think that I’m being indifferent, read it differently, or at least realize that’s not where it’s coming from.
My job, for those of you who care, is a 4/5 at Miracle Beach Elementary. English classroom, not French (crazy!). Yes, it will be a further commute, but it also gives me continuing status, and it’s a job which will pay for me to go to University. Plus, the school is pretty much on the beach. Tomorrow I go to meet some of the staff. Maybe one day I’ll even get to meet my students.