:O
Okay, let me set the stage:
My job is for a nonprofit via Americorps. I assistant-teach, meaning I spend all day helping out teachers with classroom management and giving kids individualized attention where possible. It's a good job, but I spend all day dreaming about how different I'm gonna do things when I have my own classroom. It's also through Americorps, meaning I get paid a stipend which is not a living wage; I live with my parents, and save what I can.
This morning was particularly rankling. I attended a training for district teachers (even though, strictly speaking, I was *not* a district teacher) and met two old classmates of mine from high-school. Neither had been as academically-focused or as much of an overachiever as I was, and both were now going into their own classrooms. And I wasn't! Life was Not Fair.
I call up the district, even though I applied online twice this summer and received no response (I lack certification). Because, hey, maybe someone will quit? Maybe they need something? I get on the phone and say, look, I'm a math teacher, do you have a job for me?
...
They do.
So to reiterate? HO. LY. FUCK.
My job is for a nonprofit via Americorps. I assistant-teach, meaning I spend all day helping out teachers with classroom management and giving kids individualized attention where possible. It's a good job, but I spend all day dreaming about how different I'm gonna do things when I have my own classroom. It's also through Americorps, meaning I get paid a stipend which is not a living wage; I live with my parents, and save what I can.
This morning was particularly rankling. I attended a training for district teachers (even though, strictly speaking, I was *not* a district teacher) and met two old classmates of mine from high-school. Neither had been as academically-focused or as much of an overachiever as I was, and both were now going into their own classrooms. And I wasn't! Life was Not Fair.
I call up the district, even though I applied online twice this summer and received no response (I lack certification). Because, hey, maybe someone will quit? Maybe they need something? I get on the phone and say, look, I'm a math teacher, do you have a job for me?
...
They do.
So to reiterate? HO. LY. FUCK.