Podunk fell through. After weeks of unsuccessful communication attempts, I had finally got through to my contact at BFE-Podunk Joint Unified and had accepted that position I was, by then, so excited for.
She dropped this bomb on me:
We’re still working on our master schedule. We’re not sure if we’ll need you.
Oy. Don’t trust verbal offers is the lesson here, I guess. More than anything else, this means I don’t have a job lined up for the fall, yet. Stress becomes me, and I might have only myself to blame for it: My master teacher is convinced that it’s because my employers found this blog.
After reading your blog, I wouldn’t hire you, either.
I could always continue subbing for another year or so. It’s easy money, work when you want. It’s also a no-benefits, non-credential-clearing job. With such a large home district here, it’s possible to work just about every day — as long as you work in special ed and continuation schools.
Except I don’t want to work in continuation schools or special ed. I want to work in my own classroom, teaching history, or journalism, or English.
Why can’t I find a job? What am I doing wrong?
Every day, we experience a thousand moments, each of those moments setting in motion a thousand slightly different possibilities in the future. When we make these choices, we are thrust toward another day's crossroads, where we have another thousand choices.
Given the infinite number of choices we make in a lifetime, why do we choose so many of the same routes and make just as many of the same mistakes as our parents and grandparents?
I plan to learn from their mistakes. Let's see how far I get.
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