I will now proceed to shriek and jump up and down in excitement like a little girl.

I was just sent an email saying that Milpitas Middle School is happy to take me as a teacher. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYy

This means: driving only 50 miles/day instead of 85. That is a Big Difference. I am ecstatic. Ok, so it is middle school, but that’s ok. I can handle kidlets instead of almost fully grown people. It will mean a few modifications in my mindset, but I’m capable. (Middle schoolers need a whole lot more reminding and hand-holding than high school kids do. They also need a great deal more generic support as their bodies are going through hell. They also often are much less mature than you might think based on the fact that they are adult sized. In middle school No Racy comments. I will also have to signficantly bring down my expectations about their ability to analyze because most middle schoolers simply do not understand symbolism yet; their brains just aren’t there yet.)

But I am really really happy. This means driving 175 miles less per week. That is a jump of such magnitude that I sent my advisor an email with a P.S. saying that my car thanks her as well.

*happy dance*