Oh My Fucking God

So way way way back when I first came home, I applied to the local school district to be a substitute teacher. Never heard back, and eventually I went back to the pizza place.

Get a letter today from the school, a thin little envelope that in my mind screams "rejection." I'm thinking "well that took for freakin' ever." Open it up:

Dear Ms. Derr,

Your application for substitute reaching has been approaved. We would like to place you on the substitute teacher list for the Roanoke Rapids Graded School District.

*does a happy dance*