So, remember this post? The one where I sounded so confident and self-assured in my perfect little plan? The one titled Third Time's A Charm? Well, it turns out that was just a big, fat pump-fake. It turns out fourth time's a charm. And really, it turns out God has a sense of humor that doesn't always align with mine. At least not in the heat of the moment.
After I wrote the post about going back to school to get my Masters in Teaching, I was approached with an amazing volleyball coaching opportunity at the high school level. Unfortunately, I can't really discuss the details until all of the technicalities are sorted through (not that it's really that top secret or anything.) I was completely stoked about the possibility of coaching, partly because I really enjoy coaching volleyball but also due in part to the idea of getting a foot in the door for a teaching job once I'm done with school! Don't get me wrong, I'm not dumb enough to think that having a coaching position will automatically get me a teaching job, but in this economy I truly think every little bit of a connection helps.
To make sure my bases were covered, I met with the contact at Whitworth... you know, just to double-check coaching would be doable with my school schedule and what not. Truly thinking there would be no issues and giving myself a silent pat-on-the-back for being so responsible and considerate to bring the situation up at all, I awaited my "yes, of course, no problem" answer.
I didn't get it.
To make a long story short, he said "no" and there were a few reasons why. To make another long story short, I was pissed and didn't like his answer.
In true pissed-off-Whitney style, I walked out of his office, sat in my car for about 10 minutes, drove back to work, and emailed Gonzaga. The cool part? They were amazing and completely willing to work with my coaching situation. I think his exact words were, "That's life. Things come up and you make it work. And not to mention you're an adult and can make the decision whether or not you want to do both." Thankfully this conversation took place over the phone because I probably would've kissed him.
Don't you just love people who get it?
Anyway... The last couple months of my life have consisted of jumping through about a million hoops, doing paperwork, emailing a million people, and making a ton of phone calls. There is finally a spec of light at the end of the tunnel. It's faint, but it's there. And I'm excited to say that I'm going to be a Bulldog!
The irony of the picture above is that I tried on this shirt at Old Navy and texted Jordan this picture about two weeks before the whole thing with Whitworth came crashing down. Just for the record, I am not one of those girls who texts my husband pictures of myself on a regular basis -- this was actually the first time that's ever happened! I'm sure he was really turned on by the hat line on my forehead and my greasy hair...
So there it is. My plans have changed, yet again. I know this may not sound like a big, earth-shattering change and if I was honest with myself, I'd probably agree that it's not a huge deal. I think it was just one more (and hopefully one LAST) big curve-ball and, well, it threw me off. And it made life complicated. And it made me question this plan, again. But the weight of everything is beginning to lift and I am feeling like maybe I was supposed to be at Gonzaga all along.
I'll keep you posted on the coaching details as they come, but for now, GO ZAGS! :)
