In the beginning, there was a job.

This entire adventure started when I started applying for jobs and I applied for jobs.  I applied for more then I can remember.  One thing I do remember is how long the application process took me to get to this point.  You know you hear from your college professors, parents and friends that it takes a long time.  "It's like a full time job."  You think to yourself, not me, I can cut corners, make it go faster, it shouldn't take too long.  Word to the wise, listen to the people that tell you it will take a long time.  It will take a long time.  Start early, but not too early and be persistent.  Everyone goes through the process, each one of my applications took nearly 3 to 4 hours, until I started applying to charter schools, no application, just a cover page and resume.  Score.  Score I did.  That is where I found this job. 

So, obviously I took the job.  Which landed me into this new city, a city of about three streets, a population smaller then my graduating class, one school (K-12), one charter school, a gas station, bar and railroad tracks.  Moving to this new city, was an exciting adventure.  In the beginning.  Until I ran out of things to do, which unfortunately did not take too long.  There is not much to do here, even in the "big" northern city of Brainerd, smaller then my hometown.  

It definitely has it's ups and downs. There are pros and cons, but there is definitely pros and cons to every situation.  At this point in time, I can say I have made new friends, gained new experiences and learned at a curve reaching straight toward the sky.

In this blog, I hope to share with the world some of the crazy adventures in this small town and the new friends that I make in the process.


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Being a teacher, a rewarding experience.  A stressful experience.  A exciting experience.  A frightening experience.  An experience not for everyone, but one for me.