Full of possibilities

Today is a new day full of possibilities. When I woke up an hour before my alarm went off this morning, I started thinking about some of the things that I know today could hold for me and my future. Apparently slightly philosophical when not completely awake, I realized that today is no different than any other day, except that today I am full of expectation.
The reason I am full of expectation today is due to a phone call I received at about 6:30 on Friday. I was called by the vice principal of a school at which I interviewed at the beginning of the summer. The vice principal asked me if I was still interested in a position at their school (4th grade in this case) and if I would be available for an interview on Monday. I said yes and if it's in the morning. This school I visited, from what I remembered thinking, was one of those schools where it seemed like you actually wanted to go to work rather than going because you have to have a paycheck - so I was definitely intrigued. I was told I would hear from him on Friday.
Friday came and went... nothing. At this point, I was still very much resting this whole possibility in God's hands. I was not quite indifferent as to how it turned out but it almost felt like that - I was at peace either way, so I figured if he didn't call back then so be it.
Saturday came and before it went I received another phone call requesting an interview for Monday morning. We set it up for 9am, meaning I had to leave at about 8am to get there on time because it's 45 minutes away in Vero Beach (near Joel's flight instructing job).
Sunday, I started to get nervous. It's the only part of interviews that I actually hate - the anticipation of being judged and scrutinized.
Monday morning, I got up early, showered, dried hair, ironed my clothes, didn't eat breakfast (nerves), and headed to the interview. I arrived about 15 minutes early. My presence was announced. After a few minutes I learned that the vice principal was actually the old Gym teacher who sat in on my interview... he told me to continue waiting. Then a teacher approached me, led me on a bit of a tour which ended in her classroom. We sat down and talked for an hour and fifteen minutes. She asked me questions about my style, what would you do if questions, about what I could bring to the team, my experiences. I asked questions about what they do at ISSV and what their schools like. I was impressed by some of the things that I heard about the school that made it distinctly different from other schools I've applied to or looked into or subbed in.
Then she led me back to the office where I waited again. After ten-ish minutes the VP came again and I went to go talk with him. He asked questions to get a feel of my opinion of Ms. Courtney and how I would feel fitting in and I asked questions about how the school runs and more information about the MicroSociety that they have at this school (which by the way is REALLY COOL!). After about a half hour, he peeked into the hall to see if the Principal was free.
He was.
This Principal is a new principal who was not present at my first interview - not hired at that point. So he was kinda an unknown entity. I noticed he was shorter than me in my high heels. When he led me to his office, I noticed he had pictures of kids, some artwork of students, and some other interesting things decorating his office. After he went to get water and conferenced with the VP for a few minutes while I waited, he came back and we talked for another hour and fifteen minutes or so. He asked questions again and I asked some of my own. At the end of the interview, he said that he did not feel comfortable giving me a job offer until he checked my references, but that he would get back to me in 24 hours.
Since I didn't hear from him yesterday, today is the day that I hope to hear back from him. And I'm actually excited. I'm nervous about teaching again. Nervous to stand up in front of the kids that I don't know on the first day of school. But excited to be apart of the what the school stands for and the environment they have created to teach children.
Today, I am in expectation of a phone call that might very well completely change my plans for this next year and more. The possibilities are endless and who knows where I could be a year from now as I face this particular crossroad. I could go left and work in a bread store and at a tutoring center. Or I could go right and drive 45 minutes every day to teach fourth graders at a charter school. Either way, God's got his hands all over this and I am confident his plans will reign supreme.
I'll fill you in later today if I get the call.