🍍 So, funny story. As you've read, all summer I searched for jobs. I believe I sent out 25 applications and had 11 interviews. It was down to the wire and I thought my chances of ever getting a teaching job for this year were gone. Schools were starting with new teacher meetings and professional developments. I thought for sure I'd be back in the real, non-teaching world. As a last ditch effort, I applied for 5 jobs on Sunday the 12th. Let me tell you about one of them.
I had seen a posting for this job for weeks, maybe all summer. I kept avoiding it because I didn't know the area, or anything about that school district. I wasn't thrilled with what the school looked like from its pictures. It was further away than I wanted to drive. I just wasn't feeling it, you know? I kept clicking past this job.
To be fair, I consistently clicked past others, as well. Particularly, any job that said I'd be working with kids that had behavior issues. That was a no. I'd done that before and had no interest in going back.
Even on that Sunday, I reluctantly applied for that one position I'd so easy passed over. In fact, it was the very last one I sent in. Application #25.
At 9:00 on Tuesday morning the 14th, I got a call for an interview. Yay! Maybe all hope wasn't lost! Guys...it was THAT SCHOOL. The principal was very interested in my resume. Could I come in the next day, the 15th? Since no one else had been calling in the last two weeks, why the hell not.
And then I remembered my shaved, purple, NTW hair. And my yellow fingernail polish. Crap.
While waiting my turn that Wednesday afternoon, a gentleman was escorted out after his interview. I heard the principal tell this man that he had one more interview that day (me), and a few more on Friday. Applicants would know by Friday afternoon; teachers start Monday the 20th. They were cutting it close.
I went in and had what I thought was a really good interview with the principal, AP, and ED. It was more like a conversation, actually. Very relaxed. We joked. No one mentioned the hair. He told me he'd call me (don't they always). I sent the obligatory thank you email that evening and prepared to spend the rest of my summer hunting for a job outside of teaching. BTW, It would be in a self-contained classroom (yay!!!!) with behavior kids......sigh.
Thursday the 16th at 3:00 I got a phone call from the district offering me the job. WHAAAAAT?! It was emphasized that they really wanted me to accept. According to the HR rep, they were quite taken with me. Huh. I thought they had more interviews on Friday. Today's Thursday. Wait-the guy before me was probably interviewing for a GenEd position. I was a bit confused, but more excited that finally somebody wanted me.
So the job I'd avoided like the plague, working with kids I didn't want to work with, in an area I know nothing about, in an old, seriously needs to be modernized school ended up being the job I was offered. And the job I accepted. God is good.
There's so much more to this story, but I'm beyond tired and have a shitload of stuff to process. See you next week.
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