Big breath. Okay, so I had my first interview yesterday for a First Grade position at a school here locally. An EXCELLENT school. Not even two hours later, the principal calls my house number as I'm trekking to Fort Myers for an alumni dinner...Robert calls me immediately to give me what was the principal's cell phone number that she left on my voice mail to "Please call". Of course, I call right away and I'm SOOOO excited I can barely contain myself as I'm driving through a monsoon of a storm. I get her voice mail so I leave a message.....
AND
that's the way it's been since 5 pm yesterday. I think I'm dying a little inside. The lesson in all of this is patience, however, it must mean something good if she told me to call her cell phone, right? I know this district is difficult to get into as a "newbie" but I'd just like an answer before I continue building a classroom with an already sizable hole in my pocket. Ouch!
"Patience is a virtue" *le sigh*
Speaking of Meredith Grey, that woman is a saint. Fictionally, of course. In my summer long sabbatical from teaching (not by choice; I guess they need breaks too), I've taken to the show of Grey's Anatomy. I'm on Season 9. It's an addiction. I cozy up to my iPad and headphones and worry about what Meredith Grey will do next rather than myself.
So, aside from being a college graduate and certified K-6 unemployed educator, my recent couch potato experiences of watching The Carrie Diaries have revamped my days of writing in high school. Here I am...writing again. It's this new tactic I like to call being brutally honest with myself. I'm the "type" that appears to have it all together but really I'm a complete mess these days. I'm a planner and when things don't go according to the plan; i.e., my career; my world is upside down.
That brings me to here; my blog of honesty where all things go. This just might be my rock bottom...maybe. People usually don't acknowledge that it was rock bottom until after the fact. That remains to be seen.
I'm broke, I'm employed by a job that should be considered temporary and has nothing to do with my career, and I've resorted to lounging in my pink bathrobe until I work at night. Unsightly visual, sorry. The only thing missing is a bag of potato chips. Imagine Kristen Wiig in "Bridesmaids" on the plane telling the attendant "I'm poor" in her own sad and pathetic way. Got it? Great! THAT'S ME! I'm poor on life right now.
My sweet boyfriend, however, has been a champ. I'm the one that usually takes charge. I do all the helping, the saving, the rescuing. This time, it's me. I need to be rescued. I'm the damsel in distress...and I hate it. I still smile and say I'm fine when obviously I'm on the verge of tears. Robert is such a good listener and my very best friend. I'm lucky lady in that aspect. I've got pretty sweet friends and family. It could be worse. I could be an unemployed teacher & a loner!
I bought two pairs of dress pants the other day on extreme clearance from Express the other day....$25 each for editor edition teaching pants. By 6 o'clock that evening, I ended up with my tail between my legs sulking while returning them for a refund. Yep, too broke to buy some pants. No pants party? I think not. I told you, I wear a fluffy pink bathrobe!
So, what did I do today? I wrote a letter to Taylor Mali, legendary teacher advocate. You can watch his famous video called "What Do Teachers Make?" here.
Spilled every last gut about the injustice of working your tail off for four years to maintain a scholarship to avoid student loans and with zero networking here, I've yet to have one interview. Principals need summer vacation too, I guess.
Did I lose you yet? It's my blog. Read it, love it, or get off it.
If there's one thing I've learned since graduating college it is this;
