Ok so it is six months into the longest year of my life. For some reason when you study to be a teacher you don't ever really believe your professors. First you think that student teaching really can't be that hard. But then you start it and it is ever bit as hard as everyone says it is. Some how you make it through that amazingly awful, but extremely rewarding experience. And even though you say that you are ready to be done and that you would really like to get paid for the full time job you are doing; that last day is bitter sweet. For some reason you never thought that you could really come to care about those students in such a short time. But you do and walking out to the car that last day in the spring drizzle is sad. A week later you graduate and then what?
The what comes in the form of filling out application after application and taking a part time job teaching English in the evenings. Summer comes and then summer starts to go. You are on every site possible and you literally check them all multiple times a day. You have an interview for a job you tell yourself you could be happy doing. But that doesn't work out. This happens several more times as the summer creeps closer to fall. That's when it happens, you start applying for jobs that you don't really want. You click and apply and cringe and hit send before you have time to think about it enough to back out. The rational is that you can get a job in a school and at least get a foot in the door. Who knows in a year or two there might be an opening and because you are already there you might have a better chance of getting hired. You hope.
A few more interviews come and go with no desirable responses. Then one morning while on a site, because you have nothing else to do in the morning, because for once you are ahead on your evening lesson plans; you see a job advertised and you apply. You are not terribly hopeful but applying has become second nature at this point and so you fill out the ridiculous application on autopilot and move on to something not really worth remembering.
Then one day there is a message on your phone. It seems really silly considering there is really only a few hours a day when your phone is more than a foot from your hand. But that message is someone calling for an interview for a teaching position. You quickly call him back and set up and interview for later in the week. Then you get online and read everything you can about this school that until a week ago you had never heard of. You do everything they told you to do. You find out all you can and prepare a list of questions to ask. You go over every interview you have had in the last few months and pick them all apart. This time do this better. Don't talk about that. Be more confident about that. You can do this you are awesome!!
All of the sudden its the morning of the interview and you are trying to decide what to wear. You dressed the way you thought you should have for all the other interviews and that didn't turn out all that great. So this time you decide to wear something that represents you a little more accurately. You want to wear the orange shirt but rethink and walk out of the house wearing the yellow one instead. You leave early and follow the map-quest directions very very carefully. Then you are there. You pull your little car into the visitor parking, take a deep breath and get out of the car.
