Day after day and night after night, I attempt to accept sub positions when alerted to an opening. It seems many other subs are much faster than me at accepting a sub job. Over and over, I’m notified the position has already been filled when I reply to an alert.
After two weeks, I finally successfully accept a sub position. Tomorrow I am a kindergarten teacher in an elementary school on the far side of Columbia. Tonight, instead of fretting about my finances and ability to find a teaching position for fall, the worry of the unknown keeps me awake. The thought of successfully entertaining twenty-one five-year-olds for seven hours scares me. I should be excited to work and earn money, but I dread it.
Getting up early to drive thirty-five minutes across town exhausts me just thinking about it. I want easy. I want comfortable. I want to stay home with Liberty and not be seen in public, but I need to work.