'Cause the next time could be mine, could be yours.
With all this school crap going on right now, I'm growing paranoid as per usual. It's at the point where this is starting to become status quo.
As is my habit when I become paranoid, I pace a lot. And I overthink things. And I drink too much coffee. And I start going over any and all of my fallback plans in minute detail.
1) The Masters in Teaching English program at a local University.
This one is a double edged sword. I would be more educated and therefore a better qualified candidate for a position as an English teacher. I'd have greater skills in the area of language arts instruction, and would therefore be a more desirable educator. The fact that I would have a Masters, however, would mean I'm more expensive to employ since pay is based on a comination of one's experence and education. Districts and private schools would most likely be a little loathe to hire me because of that extra cost regardless of what skills I'd bring with me.
2) Teaching abroad.
I'm currently investigating South Korea, China, and New Zealand. I'm in contact with people from the first two countries, and we're conversing about their experiences and the like. I've sent in the paperwork expressing my interest in immigration and employment in New Zealand and am waiting to hear back from them as they have a strict don't-call-us-we'll-call-you policy. Personally, I had my choice of these countries, I'd take New Zealand. That would be amazing.
3) Insanely intense French Immersion.
Seeing as the local organization I was trying to get this through fell through, I found another one. This one's based in Quebec, and is based on the idea that the only way to properly learn the language is to throw you right in the deep end. No using your mother tongue in the classes, homestay placement with a pre-screened french family, so on and so forth. This would be useful in that I'd either come back to British Columbia fluent, or at least capable enough to teach french...either of which would mean there'd be districts fighting over me. Apparently, there's a distinct lack of teachers who can teach french. Go figure.
At least one of the schools, or at least one of these options, has to work out, right?
Right?
Gargh. I'm off to go finish what'll be my last cup of coffee for the day, and then go indulge in my other favourite coping mechanism: cleaning the ever loving crap out of everything in the house.
[/annoying entries about job hunting frustrations]
[/whinging]
As is my habit when I become paranoid, I pace a lot. And I overthink things. And I drink too much coffee. And I start going over any and all of my fallback plans in minute detail.
1) The Masters in Teaching English program at a local University.
This one is a double edged sword. I would be more educated and therefore a better qualified candidate for a position as an English teacher. I'd have greater skills in the area of language arts instruction, and would therefore be a more desirable educator. The fact that I would have a Masters, however, would mean I'm more expensive to employ since pay is based on a comination of one's experence and education. Districts and private schools would most likely be a little loathe to hire me because of that extra cost regardless of what skills I'd bring with me.
2) Teaching abroad.
I'm currently investigating South Korea, China, and New Zealand. I'm in contact with people from the first two countries, and we're conversing about their experiences and the like. I've sent in the paperwork expressing my interest in immigration and employment in New Zealand and am waiting to hear back from them as they have a strict don't-call-us-we'll-call-you policy. Personally, I had my choice of these countries, I'd take New Zealand. That would be amazing.
3) Insanely intense French Immersion.
Seeing as the local organization I was trying to get this through fell through, I found another one. This one's based in Quebec, and is based on the idea that the only way to properly learn the language is to throw you right in the deep end. No using your mother tongue in the classes, homestay placement with a pre-screened french family, so on and so forth. This would be useful in that I'd either come back to British Columbia fluent, or at least capable enough to teach french...either of which would mean there'd be districts fighting over me. Apparently, there's a distinct lack of teachers who can teach french. Go figure.
At least one of the schools, or at least one of these options, has to work out, right?
Right?
Gargh. I'm off to go finish what'll be my last cup of coffee for the day, and then go indulge in my other favourite coping mechanism: cleaning the ever loving crap out of everything in the house.
[/annoying entries about job hunting frustrations]
[/whinging]