Meet Jerry


Meet Jerry, our "new" car. John found him on craigslist, we went to look at him, and decided that night to make him our own. Jerry came with his name -apparently "Jerry" was the original owner's name. We're hoping that he will be "rusty but trusty."


After giving him a very thorough bath - inside and out - we think that he looks good as new! (well, almost.)

New job at the library

I started working at the Wamego Library today. I'm mainly in the children's department - so I feel right at home. It's only a few hours a week. It's not much....but it's something! (And it pays the same as the horrible, awful paraeducator position.)


Everyone that I work with seems very nice. There's just something about library people - they are nice, helpful people.


I'm also excited because the library is right down the street from our house - close enough that I can walk there. (This is especially nice, since we only have one car.)
-Leah
1st Day on the job/back to school



Well, it's 11 hours in to a 14 hour day, and with a little luck I will have survived my first day as a college instructor and grad student. I taught ENGL 100 this morning at 8:30am to a bunch of first-semester freshman. I was, for better or worse, their very first college class! I ran short on time and had to email them the full instructions on the assignment, but overall it went pretty well I think. At least I didn't lose my voice, trip over a chair, or have a student cry for an extended period of time, which all happened to my various colleagues.

My classes so far have been strictly introductory, so not much to report on them yet. I can already tell that I will have to work harder at them than I ever have in any class I've taken. I mean if it were easy everyone would do it. Still, time management is key. I'm sure Leah will remind me to stay on track, so she can actually see and talk to me once in awhile :-)

I have one more 3 hour class still to go, and I'm dragging, but maybe we will get out early since it's the first night. I hope. It's been a long day...but a good one as well. Even if I fail out, I can now say I've taught at the collegiate level. And that's certainly something. - John
(Pictures of K-State campus)
The first 43 minutes of Leah's first day at work
Before we left for Kansas I (Leah) was offered a job as a paraeducator at Manhattan high school. It didn't pay much, but it sounded like something I might actually enjoy - working with special education students one-on-one in the classroom. I knew that once we got settled in in Kansas, I would have to go fill out paperwork, get a TB test and go through training.

Only a couple of days after we had moved into the new house, I received a frantic phone call at 7:00 am from Maggie Braun at the HS asking where I was, because I was supposed to start work that day. I was totally confused, and explained to her that I hadn't filled out any paperwork or gone through training. Maggie (not so nicely) informed me that I had to come into work immediately because I was on the schedule. She said not to worry about signing papers or getting trained.

I was starting to have a bad feeling about this job (and really didn't like being yelled at first thing in the morning.) And I figured that there had to be a good reason why she was so desperate to have someone work for her. Despite my reservations, I started work at the HS the next morning....

I arrived at Maggie's classroom, and walked into total madness. She greeted me by yelling, "Oh, you must be the new para. New para! Go answer my phone! Go answer my phone now!" I answered her phone, and (while talking on the phone to someone else) she said, "oh, you must need a tour of the school. Here, she'll take you on a tour" (as Maggie pushed a girl in front of me.)

The girl that stood in front of me was about a foot shorter than me, and was wearing old, dirty, stained sweats and a T-shirt. It looked like remnants of the girl's meals from the last two weeks were stuck on various parts of her outfit - mustard on her shoulder, some ketchup smeared on her pants, and what appeared to be grape jelly spread across the front of her shirt, along with a variety of unidentifiable other condiments. She also looked (and smelled) like she hadn't showered in weeks. I assumed that she was a student. But then she shoved her badge in my face that read "Paraeducator." She said, "I'm a Para. Let's go."

As I followed her through the halls, I realized that this girl did have some mental (and social) disabilities. My tour consisted of her running in front of me, while pointing and yelling "D Hall! A hall! C hall! B hall! A hall!" As we ran through the halls, she would occasionally wave at someone and then tell me that they were also a Para. I soon realized that all of the Paras appeared to be seriously mentally handicapped. Occasionally, she would point at a room and say something like, "That's the Tribe room." When I asked, "What's the Tribe Room?", she would say, "Duh, it's the Tribe Room."

When we finished the tour, I received my classroom assignments for the rest of the day. So, I went to my first class, and thankfully met an extremely nice and kind teacher. I mentioned that I hadn't been trained yet and she sent me right over to human resources. Human resources told me that I absolutely had to go through orientation before I could start working. If I had worked the entire day, I wouldn't have been paid for my time.

I had had enough. I went back and told Maggie what HR said, and I left. On my first day of work in Kansas, I worked a total 43 minutes before quitting. I'm pretty sure that that is a record.

-Leah

As a side note, Maggie continued to call me at 7:00 in the morning, leaving messages asking where I was, why I wasn't at work, and finally that I needed to write her a letter of resignation.
the grass is always greener
Orientation is very disorienting. It's like the CCPL training to the tenth power. My brain is shot and I still have a few days to go.

I miss the library.
Our new home...uh, nevermind.

So, we made it to Kansas!

We left Maryland mid-morning on Monday and drove 14 hours to Terra Haute, Indiana. We arrived around midnight at the hotel, thoroughly exhausted. The day saw us cross the Appalachin mountains (Driving a fully-loaded box truck that has a max speed of 75mph and is gutless up and over mountains isn't fun, fyi) and leave the comforts of the east coast far behind. Ryser rode with me in the moving truck, and Chauncey got the back seat to himself in the car. Leah and I had walkie-talkies to converse as we drove, and we stopped every 200 miles or so to fill the truck up on gas (note to self: get a diesel next time).

Day 2 of the drive saw us hit bad weather once or twice, the dogs get a little more restless, and traffic around St. Louis. I did see food and drink products in the convenience stores of the midwest that I had thought were discontinued 20 or more years ago. Sadly I did not see Kissle on any of the shelves.

After 10 hours of driving that day, we finally pulled onto the stretch of road that would take us to our new home in Alta Vista, KS. I'll be posting pictures of that road at some point, because it's a beautiful road to drive down. Things were great ...

...until we reached town.

It turns out that Alta Vista isn't exactly much of a town per se, as it is a place where a town used to be. There are approximately 5 businesses on the main street. Fortunately for us one of them was a bar (that was open from 11-2,closed til 5, and then open from 5-9pm, closed on Sundays), but that's a different story altogether. Our house was pretty decent from the outside, and looked to be what we were expecting. Since we had never actually seen the inside, we were anxious to see the layout. As it turned out the layout didn't matter much (the layout was in fact fine). What did matter was the unmistakable stench of cat urine. No, I don't think you understand, CAT URINE (bold,exclamation point,italicize and underline). I mean you couldn't even go into either of the bedrooms, which were carpeted (anyone who's ever been around urine-stained carpet knows the difference I'm talking about here), the bathroom or the basement. That leaves us with only the living room and kitchen that don't absolutely reek like, well you know, pee.

Well we were so exhausted from the trip that we unloaded the bed, threw it in the living room for the night, and went to sleep. (Well, we went to the bar, drank steady for an hour until they were going to close, and then laid in bed in the living room wondering what the &*!# we had possibly done. The next morning, Leah and I had a very serious conversation about what we were going to do about this, and decided to go into Manhattan, KS so I could find the school and the English department building so I'd be prepared for Thursday. We also decided we should see if we could find an alternate form of housing, and so spent almost all of Wednesday searching for a new home instead of moving into the one we thought we'd have for at least the next year. Before we left for the day I of course wanted to shower. As I turned on the shower and heard the pipes explode I knew it was going to be a long day. On a positive note (I write with intense sarcasm), I enjoyed my first bath in about 10 years.

Finding no good housing options after an entire day of searching, we headed back to Alta Vista, resigned to the idea that we would have to stay there for the forseeable future. Another night sleeping in the living room and checking the bedrooms periodically to see if they still smelled atrocious (they did) left me in great condition for my first day on campus. As I sat there being thoroughly overwhelmed by all of the information being thrown at me I decided to call Leah and see how the plumber was making out fixing the shower. He fixed it, but our landlord dropped off a paper that listed possible solutions for our pee problem. The solutions offered by our landlord were as follows:

1) We could buy the house, and then do whatever we wanted to with the floors and basement.

2) They would replace the carpet in the bedrooms with laminate flooring- if we agreed to get rid of the dogs!

They required us to meet with them at their house that evening to discuss these options.

For those of you who know me well, you can imagine how hard it was for me not to do something regrettable in this situation. It was solely because of Leah that I was able to maintain my sanity (mostly because I had to keep her sane).

After Leah got the letter from the landlord she decided to call the last 2 numbers on our list of possible places to rent from the day before. By the time I got out of school we were on our way to Wamego to check out another place.

Wamego was the greatest town I had ever seen, at least in comparison to where we currently were. The house we looked at was right across from a beautiful park, along a tree-lined street. The neighbors all had dogs, and the inside had just recently been redone. In short, it was everything we were looking for from the very beginning, and kind of what we thought we were getting in Alta Vista. After a lengthy negotiation, we decided to make the move. But we still had to deal with the other house. I'll skip the details of the trip to the landlords house, but I will mention that my character was attacked quite harshly, and I was accused of being "a slick talking easterner." Seriously. If that guy weren't as old as he was, we'd have gone outside that night. I mean, they completely screw us over, but somehow it was our fault because we had dogs and weren't okay with living out of the kitchen and living room for who knows how long until the house was re-rented or possibly renovated. I mean, it's not like I was starting grad school or teaching or anything like that :-(

So, we packed up the truck (I had 90% of it unpacked at this point) Thursday night, cleaned the house that reeked of urine, and drove an hour to the other house and unpacked enough stuff to go to bed. Friday morning was spent unpacking the truck instead of attending a pretty important orientation session at school, because the rental truck had to be back by 11:30am or we had to pay an additional fee. But we did it, and I made it to school for the afternoon session and convinced my boss and program director that I was not going to drop out on the second day on the job.

I can honestly tell you that Leah and I have probably never been more exhausted in all of our lives. We still haven't recovered.

We got some of the money back from the first house, but not even close to all of it so far. I'm not sure we ever will, but again, that's another story. Our new house is small but great, and we love it here. We have been through an awful lot in the first two weeks of our marriage, but the only thing that's happened is that we've learned we can really count on one another in tough times. Life is good.

More to come later. - John & Leah
(The house pictured above is our new house in Wamego.)