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SHOCKING NEWS!!!

Okay, so maybe not that shocking. Maybe not shocking at all for those of you who know me really well. Especially if you know me well enough for me to have explained this all with you before. Which in all honesty is probably most of you because 1) I talk a lot and when I am excited about something such as this, I tell everyone I see; and 2) because I don’t flatter myself to think that anyone actually reads this ole blog.

Anyway, you may or may not be surprised to know that after I graduate from Cornerstone I am planning on moving to Bloomington, Indiana, where I will be living with my dear friends Liz and Dave Millay. Yes, they are married, and no, its not that weird or awkward.

I’m pretty excited about the whole thing. Bloomington is a great town (hint hint, you should visit). There’s a great farmer’s market and a state park nearby. The Salvation Army has a weekly 25 cent rack that actually has some cute clothes on it, not to mention the MOST INCREDIBLE GOODWILL IN THE WORLD. There is a really amazing church there that I am super excited to get involved with. There are lots of single grad school guys with subtle southern drawls who will some day be wealthy doctors (just kidding about that one…maybe).  And I suppose that living with two incredible people is a perk as well.

Anyway… the plan is to move down there this summer (hopefully with a job as a camp counselor!) and search for a social work job. Then, maybe after I have taken a chunk out of my private-school-why-did-i-ever-go-here-its-so-ridiculously-expensive debt, I am interested in going to school for high school social studies education.

That’s right, education. “Wasn’t that what you went to college for in the first place?” you ask. Why yes, yes it was. I did in fact go to school for education, and decide after a few months that I wanted to be a social worker. And then I switched my major to inter-cultural studies. And then back to social work. And now back to education. I have come full circle my friends. Four years later, I find that my destination is back where I began.

Throughout the past year, after I recognized that I wanted to teach but was still trying to avoid the inevitable return to secondary education, I would brainstorm ways that I could teach as a social worker. I thought of many. But in all honesty, I don’t want to be a teaching social worker, I want to be a teacher.

So here it is… my soon to be home…