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2015 Goals

24 Jan

As it is now the 24th of January, I am a little late on posting this. Heck, a new blog post has been way overdue as my last post was in January of 2014. 

 2015 Goals

  1. Obtain a teaching position in 2015.

2014 was a pretty eventful year for me – I focused on snagging that elusive phantom of life of the post-grad – a job in my field. It had been two years since I had graduated from the University of Alberta with a Bachelor of Education.  To make a long story short, there were very few teaching positions available after I graduated, so I ended up taking a job with the federal public service. After spending two years working for them and constantly having coworkers ask me why I wasn’t teaching, I sat down and asked myself, “WHY wasn’t I teaching?”

I was even applying for other jobs with the federal public service and was in the process of taking a new position when a posting went up for a position in a nearby town. I applied and hoped for the best.  I went for the interview and a few days later I was ecstatic to accept the job. It was a temporary contract for February until June of 2014. Whether I would be kept on after that, they couldn’t say. I took a leave of absence from my public service job and jumped in with both feet. At the end of an exhausting but reaffirming five months, my contract sadly ended, and there was no room for me at the school for the upcoming year. Again, to make a long story short, due to a clerical error and poor timing, I was unable to get a teaching job for the current school year.

One of the questions I get asked most often is why I am not substitute teaching. By the time I was added onto the supply roster, I had just bought a house and gotten a puppy. Many friends and family members commented that maybe this wasn’t the right time to be making big decisions. I countered with there never really is a right time. Unfortunately, the sub roster calls were few and far between. I felt that in order to fulfill my financial obligations, there was no way I would be able to substitute and pay my bills. So I have stayed on with the public service for now.

  1. Learn a useable multi-platform skill

My parents always joke that my hobby is collecting hobbies. I love trying and learning new things, and sometimes this can become overwhelming when I decide to take on too many projects at once. This year, my goal is to learn a skill related to digital media – something that can be used in multiple fields and multiple ways.

  1. Listen more

And not just literal “listening.” I need to listen to my body and my gut instincts more. I’ll be a whole lot happier.

  1. Paint the whole house by June

Honestly, I don’t know what the people who owned the house before me were thinking. Lime greens and pinks everywhere.

  1. Blog at least bi-weekly

I set up this blog to be a space where I could share my thoughts and I let it fall by the wayside. I also used to blog semi-regularly at Triple Bladed Sword, but once I began teaching it became harder and harder to stay on top of those posts as well. Time to hop back onto the wagon.


NaNoWriMo: It’s Alive!

1 Nov

NaNoWriMo officially started at midnight last night and I was all geared to go, had my writing utensils and tablet to hand and was getting in the Halloween spirit by catching up on this season of The Walking Dead.

I was alseep before we hit midnight in my time zone, down for the count because of the excess of Halloween treats I had consumed.

Therefore today NaNo has been all I’ve been thinking about until I’ve got some free time to really sit down and write.

For those of you unfamiliar with NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month, the goal is simple. Write. That is the one commandment. If you reach 50,000 words by the end of November you are officially a “novelist.” For many, this is a chance to try something new, a new way to approach writer’s block, or a simple way to pound out 50,000 words worth of post-secondary essays.

For me, it really set a deadline on something I’ve wanted to accomplish my whole life — to create the skeleton of a novel that I could later come back and revise. After all, the 50,000 words don’t need to be good words.

However, I didn’t want this exercise to be fruitless. So I’ve spent the last few weeks trying to flesh out the plot and characters that my NaNo will be based on and I’m happy to say that I got a lot more done than I thought I would. I am still nowhere near where I would like to be, but hopefully by the end of the month I will have hammered out that 50,000 words and will be able to continue forward with the monster I have created.

So look forward to some somewhat irregular updates on my progress and setbacks, or at least a place to commiserate with fellow NaNos.

Word Count as of 2013-11-01: 1536

Confession and Resolution

9 Jan

I have a confession to make.

Some background context: I graduated from Grant McEwan University in Edmonton, AB, Canada in the spring of 2009 with a Bachelor of Arts in English and Psychology. The last two years of my degree were hectic to say the least. I had to cram three years of arts courses into two because I spent the first two years of my undergrad degree in the Faculty of Science because I had wanted to be a geneticist. I then realized that that was the last thing I wanted to be and switched from the Sciences to the Arts.

When I completed my B.A., I continued onto the University of Alberta to complete a Bachelor of Education because I wanted to be able to share my love of English Language Arts with the next generation. When I graduated in the spring of 2011, Alberta Education had made sweeping budget cuts and 300 teachers in the greater Edmonton area had lost their jobs. To date, I am still actively seeking a teaching job and am not currently employed in the education sector. But I digress — this just helps to set the scene — let’s get back to my confession.

Since I graduated with my B.A., switching from student mode to teacher mode proved difficult. When I read (when I even had time to read between lesson planning and marking), I wanted to read for fun. So I essentially learned to turn my brain off when I was reading for pleasure. I turned my inner literary critic off and let the stories ride.

Enter Foz Meadows’ tweet (@FozMeadows) this afternoon regarding her review of Lev Grossman’s The Magicians (Full disclosure: Up until today I would have probably listed this book, and it’s sequel The Magician King, among my favorite books). So I read Foz’s review and was stunned.

Every single thing Foz said about The Magicians seemed as if she had plucked it straight from my brain. Only, they were all the thoughts that I hadn’t let myself ponder too long over, or even really internalize to myself. Yes, I had problems with Quentin, with Eliot and Janet and Josh and Penny and a litany of other characters and situations that arise from The Magicians and The Magician King (I actually had a really big problem with the ending of The Magician King, but that’s another blog post in and of itself). But I chose to overlook them because of one thing that Lev Grossman once said and it struck me and has stuck with me ever since. Fantasy is essentially about longing. You can read about it at length on Lev’s blog post on the matter and I believe he’s spoken of it elsewhere as well (not to say he’s the one to come up with this idea, but he’s at the forefront of my brain when I think of the concept).

What originally made me like Quentin was that he was like me. I am of the Harry Potter generation. I was twelve when Harry received his letter from Hogwarts, I grew up reading about Narnia and Middle Earth, Merlin and Morgana, The Seeker and the Dark. Heck, I was reading Neil Gaiman’s Smoke and Mirrors before I even had a learner’s permit, let alone understood some of the themes from his work. I understand the longing that underlies the fantasy genre. So I overlooked. And overlooked. I passed the book onto friends and tried not to feel the way you always feel when you love a book and a close friend hates it: affronted, like they’ve personally slighted you because you don’t have the same taste in fiction.

So today when I read Foz’s review (and by extension Ana from The Book Smugglers’ review), it instantly verbalized all those uneasy feelings and misgivings I had about The Magicians and The Magician King. I had realized that I had committed a cardinal sin; not only had I become a lazy reader, but an intellectually lazy reader.

So, dear reader, there’s my confession. And here’s my new resolution for a brand new year: Read with an open mind and a critical eye.

And then she taught!

A journey through the nooks and crannies of Secondary Education with a lady who sometimes misplaces her maps.


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