I want to scream.
Yell.
Curse.
For getting my hopes up yet again.
Needless to say, I did not get the job at Camp Cuyamaca.
I was meant to impart a love for nature to young folk
And to enable them to find Nature to be a mirror in which they can see the best of themselves.
I am an educator: whether it is teaching the joy of literature or a deep appreciation of the outdoors, I should be teaching someone, somewhere, these things.
When will I be able to do what I was meant to do?
Until I find a place that will take me in and see my worth as a teacher, I am moving to Joshua Tree. Starting this Monday I will be full-time at the Nomad Ventures there.
My optimism still works: I will be moving in with Jacob! Climbing! Joshua Tree!!
....but no Camp Cuyamaca.
