So This Is What Happened

I'm back at St. Dymphna High.

"But wait," I hear you saying, those of you who are still following the plot, at any rate, "didn't they lay you off? And didn't you get a job at a charter school in the East Bay Somewhere?"

Why yes. This is what happened next:

I got a call from St. Dymphna. Actually, I got two calls, one from Mrs. ---, the English department head, asking me to call her back, and the other from Mr. ---, the principal, asking me to call him about an opening.

Apparently, due to a wild chain of events that I will not share here, St. Dymphna's ended up short-staffed, and they called me.

They like me! They really like me!

They needed someone to teach one section of English, three study halls, the after school study program, and to help out in the gym department. All of it added up to one full-time job for which I was uniquely qualified, so they offered it to me, and tendered my resignation at the other location and I took it.

My head is spinning, but I feel as though I've come home.