Tell me tell me, oh won't you tell me...

So I'm 30 years old. In 12 days I'll be officially one year closer to death.

I've got a wife and two kids. We have a cat, a small car, and a (rented) house on the lakeside.

I've got a reasonably secure job which I don't really hate (at least the job itself. Some of the minutes I certainly hate). My coworkers seem to treat me just like an equal. My kids treat me with reasonable respect...at least as much as any other teacher in the building. We're saving money.

So tell me this...

When do I start feeling like a grownup?

Giant Robots, thinking it might be time to go dig in the sandbox again.

So, uh...

...guess we're staying put for another year or so.

Gotta love this job...I've never _actually_ had an interview for it. I had an interview with the district superintendant, then an interview with another school in the district...but never one with La Loche. I got the first contract when I was sitting in a parking lot at an elementary school in Hobemma...literally on my way home after my first-ever sub job. So that was weird.

Then last night the superintendant calls me up again and offers me a contract for next year. Okay. Casual is good.

But as I was saying to Melissa earlier...I'm probably a good six months ahead of everyone else in my graduation cadre. And all cause I'd work somewhere most people have never heard of.