I have a list of things I have to do while I am home. Buying underwear, socks, and tennis shoes is on that list along with getting a social security number for my bebita.
Last August I prepared all of my re-certification paperwork in Tennessee for my teaching license. I have never taught here as a teacher, but I know that I might return someday. So I petitioned Fairfax County for all the certificates from the training I had received. I received a package, made copies, and left it with my Mom.
I also left my mom the paperwork to send off to get an apostilized birth certificate. Do you see where I am heading with this?
Sometime in late August, Mama tells me what she did. She packaged everything together and sent it all to the office for my birth certificate. I received my birth certificate in a very timely manner, but I never heard a word from the Education Department.
I didn’t give it much thought until this morning. Bebita and I woke up at five thirty, and while she played in her play gym, I started looking for more info about my teaching certificate.
Only in Tennessee would someone be nice enough to forward all that information. Because somehow, I have an extended expiration date on my teaching license… Oh, Tennessee, you are so weird. But I am oh-so-grateful for whoever worked things out for me!
