Hurry Up and Wait

Today I find myself sitting here in my classroom on my second to the last day for me just wanting to scream AGHH….
Being a people person is getting harder and harder for me to do.
My political side just wants to scream.
Is any one there?
But I can’t help but think that this would be just a waste of breath because I don’t think that there is no one listening.
But then I have thoughts of what if there is someone there. Then they just might be listening. But this morning events I am pondering this again.

As I wanted to share me delight in my attempt to prepare myself for yet another new journey.

The teacher who I have formed a working relationship with over the past few months had returned from her vacation just on time to say hello and good bye to me. But before she did this she asked me if I had contacted HRDC. I said that I was just sending them an e-mail to inform them that my last day was going to be Aug.31.

Before I could send them an e-mail I need to contact the office so that I could get the correct e-mail address. So I telephone the office and spoke directly to the woman who had been working with me since day one. I was surprise when she was anything but delighted with my news. She said “what about your education do you realize that you may lose all you’re funding.” I said “Yes” She then said “Have You contacted HRDC?” I said that I needed to get a hold of them for the worker’s e-mail address. So I thought that I would save myself a few minutes by asking her if she had their e-mail address. She said "yes" that she did but she could not give it to me but she could forward my information. All through this conversation she told me that I was taking a chance at losing my funding. I told her that I was only doing what the government’s system had instructed me to do when a job was being offered to me.

I was accepting the job knowing full well what it was going to cost me in the long run. I told I knew what I was risking. But I also told her that I could not live or just exist on what the government was allowing for me to exist on. I had told her that I was also going to get more experience getting experience in working for a family and child agency which was being run by and all First Nations staff. I don’t think she saw it the same way that I was seeing it. She still sounded a bit irked with me for going out and getting a job.

I know that this job isn't the best paying one, nor is it the the one one that I want for a career. All I want is the experience. The experience for means that this would be the first time were I get to work with people from my own race. this is going to be a first for me. Plus I get to try and work in an office which as doing preventative child apprehension, which is what I have been wanting to do all my life.

So me this is about another learning experience.A stepping stone hopefully into the right direction of a life long career of of helping others. (As if there really is a end to learning hahaha)

So I think the moral of this letter is hurry and wait but don’t hurry up to fast.
Remember that it is really not you who is control of your life and you are not as smart as you think you are because big mamma is the one who is holding purse strings.
So don’t go too far because you won’t get your reward.
Don’t think outside the box and definitely don’t take heed to everything the government expects of you when asking for their support, because if you do you just might succeed.
Then you will totally throw off the whole government system.