School's almost out!

Or that's what it feels like at least. I was reminded by our small group leaders that George Fox graduation is this weekend. Gosh, it's been a year already. A year since we got engaged, a year since I became a teacher, a year of a ton of changes. Now it's almost summer and we don't have jobs yet nor know entirely what we're going to do for next year. We have people giving us all kinds of suggestions, but most of them require moving. Something I'm not real keen on doing.

There's a middle school science position open just around the corner from our apartment that I've applied for, but I don't know when they'll do the interviews, or even if I'll get interviewed.
I've started doing training to work at the local Crisis Pregnancy Center. I think I would really like it and could be useful with my Spanish skills. I guess they see a lot of Hispanic girls.

The weather's turned quite nice and I'd like to be out in it more, but it seems like I don't ever have any energy. I'm exhausted from working and seem to have a constant cold, or Brian does keeping me awake. Yuck.

If it sounds like I'm complaining, I am. Sorry. Not that my life is anywhere near as bad as those who lived through Chernobyl. It's been 20 years this week. We forget, but their lives are still devasted. There was a slide show with narration on MSN this morning. Haunting. It detailed what happened, truly a lot of stupid decisions on the part of some engineers working there that led to the explosions. They never knew what they did because they all died instantly. Makes me wonder what other countries could do who have the technology, but not the knowledge to be safe with it. Or the ethics. Scary.