...is what I wanted to say to my former employer, but did not. I've burned bridges in the past-usually while I was standing on them. At the board meeting last night, my resignation was accepted. It's finally official, and with the lack of any job offers, I feel like an integral part of my life is over. I'm not a teacher any more.
Back-to-school ads are depressing in a whole new way. I'm so tempted to get rid of my professional/teacher Twitter page, unfollow teacher sites on Facebook, and delete my Pinterest boards that deal with teaching. It's too depressing to have them and I feel like a fraud.
My mother says I should take this time and write a book. That's what people do when they leave jobs, right? I'm no Omarosa (nor would I want to be), but I could pull it off. You know, if I had a ghost writer and wanted some drivel turned out in a few weeks.
I did have a good time with family last week. Of course, a bad day down the shore is still a good day. My nephew is awesome and is at that age where I can act like an idiot with him and he's still good with it. It gave me a chance to relax and decide to quit self-sabotaging. I came back with a renewed outlook and decided to suck it up and move on.
My mother won at the AC casinos recently and shared some of her winnings with me and my sister. Did I put that money away for a rainy day? Hell, no. On Monday I got a mani/pedi in OPI's Meet A Boy, Cute As Can Be and a haircut. I love my nails.
My hair now looks like Negasonic Teenage Warhead's in Deadpool 2. Don't get me wrong, I love her hair, and think Brianna Hildebrand is beautiful. But she's 21, and I'm so not 21. It's not at all what I went to the hairdresser for; not even close.
At first I was like "GAH!!!!" Then I was like "Huh." I have no teaching interviews in the foreseeable future. I don't really need to look teacher-professional. I could rock this look if I wanted. BTW, it's a known fact in the teaching world that things like jeans, faux-hawks, purple hair, sneakers, or reindeer pajama bottoms on the last day before Christmas break get in the way of how well a teacher teaches. 😯
My husband was like, "I love you and all, but don't ever get your hair cut like that again." Me looking like a boy kinda weirds him out. He's quite the conservative Republican. Don't know how we get along.
And so, with renewed confidence I woke up with my NTW hair this morning to a phone call from a principal wanting to interview me. Then later on today I received an email from another principal wanting an interview. Yay that I'm still wanted!!!! Yikes about my hair. Yes, I know schools are down to the wire and I might be a last resort. I get that. Move on.
See you next week.
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