tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81175694267981253392024-03-12T20:01:17.089-07:00Mrs. Awesome BlogsThe diary of a snarky, happily unemployed, still learning, tongue-in-cheek and foot-in-mouth, call it like I see it, and pretty much all around awesome woman.Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16436639443314556394noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-63934646296693473942010-09-20T06:52:00.000-07:002010-09-20T06:52:46.024-07:00Pseudonymed Job?My mom has a name that is easily transposed over the phone or in noisy rooms. Sometimes when she orders coffee at Starbucks, she gives a fake name for simplicity. She'll just say Sarah. Whether they add an H or not, she'll know it's her drink. She calls it her Starbuck's name. I don't have the heart to tell her that strippers also have fake names that they call their stripper name, which is where I'm fairly sure the term "Starbucks' name" might have been copied. Then again, maybe it's my mom who doesn't have the heart to tell me where she got the idea to give a fake name at Starbucks. Probably not though.<br />
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Recently Dr. Awesome and I are considering inventing fake jobs. <br />
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A few years back we started noticing that the innocent question "what do you guys do for a living?" often turned into either a long drawn out conversation of Dr. Awesome's research (Awesome is so complicated!) or else a heated political debate about education. Everyone has something to say about teachers. We started slowly modifying our responses whenever we didn't feel up to a fight or when we were looking for a quick escape.<br />
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How is the job market? <br />
<i>You know, it's about the same everywhere right now. I think everyone is just working really hard.</i><br />
Isn't no child left behind stealing money from public schools to give to private schools?<br />
<i>I'm pretty sure they are still separate but I usually let the politicians fight it out.</i><br />
Oh so you could get a job with (insert name of company that is completely unrelated to Dr. Awesome's research or career path.)<br />
<i>Yeah potentially! I'll have to keep my options open. </i><br />
<i> </i>(After lengthy explanation of research) Oh I get it!<br />
(thinks: <i>no, no you don't.</i>) <i>Great! </i><br />
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The other weekend at a sports bar. We shared a booth with a couple we just met owing to the large football crowd. As we got to talking, the inevitable "so, what do you do?" question came up. Unfortunately, it turned out that the the guy was a student at the college where Dr. Awesome teaches and the gal was an aspiring preschool teacher who apparently knew everything there is to know about the job market. Also most unfortunately they talked through the entire game despite our indications (screaming, booing, fist pounding) that we were there solely for cheering on our team. As soon as we'd quiet down there would be a comment or question about charter schools, or the job market, or firing teachers based on test scores.<br />
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And so it went on and on.<br />
<br />Don't get me wrong, most of the time we enjoy sharing about our lives and what we do, especially with friends and family. Certainly (obviously) education is a passion of mine and Dr. Awesome is well versed at explaining his life's work. But sometimes, like on Saturday afternoon when we just want to watch the football game with a beer, we don't feel up to being tiraded about charter policies, wondering if we are drinking in front of a student, or being reminded that our career paths both have a long way to go before we land in long term positions. <br />
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I wonder what spies tell people they do? Maybe I should tell them I'm a stripper. Or at least that I work at Starbucks.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-61992978263980846622010-09-17T16:36:00.000-07:002010-09-17T16:36:51.341-07:00High school kids are still mean to subs, fyiMy brain is still a little bit numb from the overwhelming experience of starting work again, in a new CMO, a new city, a new neighborhood. Oh and I subbed for ninth grade yesterday! <br />
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The question I keep getting from friends and family is simply "how was ninth grade?" And I'm not sure why anyone is so shocked to hear that I really did not like it. But let me tell you some of my stories and you can decide for yourself if you think subbing high school is something to be enjoyed or survived. <br />
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My first two classes were both 2 hour blocks, 9th grade English. The students came in the room so loudly that I almost stood on my tiptoes and shouted before I realized that I was actually still the teacher. I thought it would have been demeaning to ask them to "show me 5 if you can hear my voice" or touch their nose or put both hands on their heads. Actually come to think of it they might have thought I was trying to arrest them if I asked them to put their hands on their heads. And, call it my really good instincts if you must, but I knew that this, if ever, was <i>not </i>the time to go on a bear hunt. So I spoke loudly and asked for their attention, waited, asked, waited, demanded, waited, scolded, waited, called out individuals, waited... basically did everything wrong. I hate teenagers. At some point in between my first and second blocks I heard shattering glass, but didn't immediately find out what it was. <br />
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I taught a lessons about facts/opinions and ethos/pathos/logos and because I was bored from teaching the same lesson 4 times, I made two kids get into a real argument made the others classify their arguments. Do you know how long high school lessons are? I had 120 minutes for that stupid block! Can you imagine doing only one subject for 120 minutes? Poor kids! No wonder the girls started pulling out their mascara and eyelash curlers. And ask to go to the bathroom every five minutes. And pass notes that were folded and sealed with lipstick kisses but claimed to be "math homework". <br />
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FYI, if you make girls put away their makeup, and tell someone they can't go to bathroom on the basis of "teachers can't go either", and take away someone's lipstick sealed "math homework", you are not a nice sub. Actually you are not a nice person. The things they called me I can't repeat on this blog because if I did 1) google's profanity blocker would screen it from many searches and 2) most of it was in Spanish so I don't remember it. But I know it was mean. <br />
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Also FYI if you glare back hard enough at a kid who is calling you something racist, they'll shrug and say "but whatever it's cool." Did I mention I hate teenagers?<br />
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After a quick lunch I was requested to help co-teach with another sub, who was teaching science. Apparently the other sub was also having management problems similar to myself. After the kids were given a stern lecture from the principal, the two of us were left with them. Most of them had been in one of my the classes in the morning but had since decided that I was cool (or perhaps the principal scared them) and put their heads down and did their work. I also kept a glare on my face and did not smile the entire time. When someone shouted "That was the bell!!!" 8 minutes before the bell rang, and nearly the whole class got up to leave and the other sub almost let them, I <i>almost</i> cracked a smile. Almost. Instead I commanded everyone back into their seats and I threatened detention if I ever found out who shouted that the bell rang. <br />
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And so went the rest of my day. No smiling. No fun. No silly songs and no dancing around the room looking for letters or patterns. Just sit down and shut up and do your work. Turns out high school still sucks. <br />
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As I was leaving, I found out that shattering glass I heard? That was a kid being thrown through a window. The kid who threw him was permanently expelled within the hour and the next day (which I guess is today) someone on the waiting list will be at the school in his place. <br />
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Then today I gave my kindergartners a spelling test, but only after singing and dancing. It is going to be an interesting year.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-3706787052776775602010-09-16T06:41:00.000-07:002010-09-16T06:41:44.907-07:00Mrs. Awesome Subs Again, reprisedAfter nearly four weeks of hoop jumping, I'm back in action, subbing for ninth grade English today. Careful readers will observe that I have a multiple subjects credential, which means I'm normally an elementary school teacher.<br />
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Today I'm remembering what a mentor once said: If you don't think you know what you're doing, just pretend like you do and keep trying until you fail enough times to learn it well enough to stop pretending.<br />
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Holding my breath, diving in!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-19865686837338148952010-09-03T13:31:00.000-07:002010-09-03T13:31:55.017-07:00Consider me orientedI just got home from orientation to my new sub pool. Who knew there even were such things as new hire orientations for substitute teachers? Apparently this CMO (that's charter management organization, and yes! I finally have a name for it!) has higher standards for its teachers, students, and substitutes. I went to the orientation more than a little skeptical, but that was kind of a waste of perfectly good cynicism. Here's what I found out.<br />
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First, my new CMO fills its sub pool only with candidates it would consider hiring into full time teaching positions, or candidates it considers "highly qualified". My chances of getting hired by them are significantly increased now IF I do a good job subbing, and of course if there are any openings that I am available for this year or next. <br />
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In the room with me were about 20 new sub hires and we were told point blank to consider ourselves "lucky and at-will" because there hundreds of other applicants. Apparently we are evaluated each time we sub and one negative eval will get us kicked off the island. Also when we sub we are treated like normal teachers, which means if a teacher was scheduled for a walk-through with feedback that day, we'll get it instead, including feedback on our teaching. I know feedback is important for improvement, and I don't disagree with this idea in principal, but dang. The no-nonsense attitude is going to take some getting used to. Also what happens if I sub for someone who just doesn't like me or if I just have a bad day? Seems a little harsh. On the other hand, I cannot tell you how often I'm completely infuriated at systems that allow people who suck at their jobs to keep working. For once in my life, my opinion is not yet formed on this issue. <br />
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Of the 20ish people in the room, it sickens me to think about how many of them had several years of classroom teaching experience. We have perfectly good teachers with experience, and they aren't in a classroom right now? Many were coming from local districts that had laid them off and wanted to offer them less the $100/day to sub. Almost all were full credentialed like myself. Welcome to the recession. <br />
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Aside from putting a fire under my butt regarding principal walk-throughs and impromptu evals, I really wholeheartedly found myself agreeing with the charter's mission and pedagogy. And I don't think it was just because I need a job and want to like where I'm working either. Maybe I'm a sucker for a powerpoint with good graphic organizers, but I found the whole orienting process a welcoming, positive, and meaningful experience. Most of all, I feel like it was time well spent. Obviously subbing at this CMO will not be the same as subbing in Small Town, USA so I'm glad someone took the time to outline the differences for me.<br />
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Some of the things that are different about subbing for this CMO:<br />
-I'm welcome at all of their professional development activities (not paid, but I can add to my resume and more importantly, improve my teaching)<br />
-Depending on the school, I'm welcome at their staff meetings (extremely rare)<br />
-My pay is $35/day more than in Small Town, USA.<br />
-I'm encouraged to volunteer and observe on days that I don't sub. It's like... they actually want me to be a better teacher.<br />
-I have to wear dress clothes. No more jeans like in Small Town, USA, not even if I pair them with a blouse. If you know me in real life, you know I live in jeans.<br />
-I can get direct deposit, but there is no centralized sub line or sub coordinator. Give and take, eh? <br />
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So now the only thing standing in my way between getting those first calls is a TB clearance, so I will have to wait at least another week. In the meantime, it's shopping, college football, and enjoying what looks like the end of summer and the end of my "unemployment".Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-39190137855314375332010-09-01T11:58:00.000-07:002010-09-01T11:58:07.367-07:00Surrogate ClassroomsWell unfortunately I have nothing to update regarding the job hunt, other than I am trying to find a place (and motivation and moolah) to get another TB test done so I can get going with my charter sub pool. Also I need another cooler way to reference subbing for aforementioned charter network, as it is not really a district or network but just a charter with several campuses.<br />
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In the meantime though I've tricked two people into adopting me. First, my sister-in-law who teaches third grade let me come and help her set up her room last week and pick her brain about groups, reading programs, resumes, and other fun teacher stuff. She is doing a polka dot theme this year and we made some pretty awesome boards. I plan to steal her ideas of how to run a focus board for small groups (a themed white board used only for small group instruction) and her paper monkey tree was adorable! I also helped watch my niece, who thought the books in the room were hers. I managed to teach her to say "mommy's classroom" but not "Auntie". Go figure. My sister-in-law doesn't care for laminating though. I thought all teachers secretly become teachers just so we can write on the white board and laminate things? In any case, I laminated a ton of stuff and it was super fun! I'm so glad I live closer now because now I can go visit a ton. If only it was a bit closer, then I could apply to work in her district or volunteer at her school when I don't have sub jobs. <br />
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Second, my good friend and colleague from grad school just so happens to live and work as a second grade teacher in Big City, USA and so I made her let me come and spend the day in her room. As per norm, I talked her ear off while we set up bulletin boards, shared curriculum and management ideas, dreamed about the day we could finally work in the same school and maybe even share a classroom, and gossiped about boys. I will most definitely be volunteering in her room on days that I don't get sub calls, and also I'll be trying to get hooked up to sub for her charter!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-88931664634161483082010-08-27T15:39:00.000-07:002010-08-27T15:39:18.462-07:00When being awesome isn't good enough, be betterI just $52.50 to prove I'm STILL not a crook. I think I got ripped off. Up next are more fees to renew my TB and who knows what else. I know yesterday I was all "I'll jump the hoops" but today my bank account feels pretty empty. I'm not going to lie. <br />
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Meanwhile, I'm spending the afternoon completely revamping my resume and cover letter template. I did it at the beginning of the summer but I can't help but think maybe I could make it better.<br />
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If you had to write about one "hot" topic in education in your cover letter (e.g., differentiation, equity, management, assessment) what would you pick? Why? Or would you nix hot topics all together and give them a business cover letter that highlights what your resume does not explain/cover?<br />
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Maybe I should just say, "I think walking down the aisles at Staples is relaxing and the teacher supply store is better than Toys R Us. I want to be a teacher because I like writing on the white board and I still think I can change the world." Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-69686448040853272512010-08-26T14:26:00.000-07:002010-08-26T14:26:49.689-07:00The why in "why I still bother"Having the summer off and enjoying not working makes a slippery slope down the path of "is it worth it" and "why even bother". Yesterday I started to dig deep, but realized my reason for bothering has been right at the surface all along. <br />
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As you know, I began the hoop jumping to start subbing for a chain of charters in the inner city, c/o Big City, USA. I filled out a crazy detailed online application, showed up for an interview, wrote some essay questions on the spot, got grilled about best practices and my views of guest teaching, and got selected to join the limited guest teacher (re: sub) pool for the 8 locations k-12 in the inner city neighborhood that this particular charter serves. I paid a total of $42 to have two different official transcripts ordered and tomorrow I'll pay another $25 for a fingerprint & background check. Next week I'll attend a mandatory orientation. I don't want to talk about gas or minutes spent in traffic but at least no one can hear my singing in the car. <br />
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Why the hoops? Is it because, as it seems on the surface, that I'm so desperate for a job that I'll take anything that comes my way? Is it because I'm so pathetic I can't do any better or get hired in a "good" district?<br />
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Let me tell you why. And this is the real answer--not the interview answer, not the essay question answer, not the friendly polite dinner conversation answer. I'm not trying to be cute or coy or even, for once, awesome. It's just the truth. <br />
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It's because I think <span style="font-size: large;">the only way to change the world is to teach our children to ask questions. </span><br />
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I believe that so strongly I'm willing to put it on my sleeve or nail it to my door with a sword. So when I drove to my interview yesterday and saw graffiti on every flat surface and poverty and hunger, and saw babies with babies and teenagers with gang tattoos, I didn't think "how sad." I didn't think "welfare kids" or "I can save them!" or "they need help" or "am I safe here?". I didn't even really think about difference or privilege or agency or equity or any other hot topic that often keeps me awake at night. <br />
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I did think "I wonder if anyone is teaching these kids to ask "why" or "how".<br />
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So yes, I will jump the hoops and fight upstream with the thousands of other teachers who believe we can change the world. And if that means subbing or working part time or driving in traffic or paying for another stupid transcript or background check (I'm still not a crook!) then I will. Maybe I never will have my own classroom. Maybe I will get hired next week. Maybe I'll stop working when I have kids. I don't know right now. But right now, I sure as hell am going to keep bothering with the hoops, because kids need to be taught to ask the questions that grown ups are too afraid of.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-35443620019356563792010-08-25T17:46:00.000-07:002010-08-25T17:46:26.047-07:00Mrs. Awesome Subs AgainApparently I had the right answers, or else the interview was a formality, or I'm <strike>doomed</strike> <strike>destined</strike> going to spend my life swimming in the sub pool, because I am going to be hired into the sub pool for the network of charters where I interviewed today.<br />
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Also, apparently, I hate myself, because I told them I would sub any grade, and when he found I had taken college level calculus, he wrote "math, 7-12" on my paper. Uhhh does anyone remember the panic attack I had when my spring sing was at a <a href="http://mrsawesomeblogs.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring-sing-part-4-performance.html">high school campus</a>? I think involved lots of forcing myself to walk by rows of lockers and being convinced the teenagers were <i>looking</i> at me.<br />
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Well... what's done is done. For now I'll keep applying to whatever positions I can find, and plan on getting my fingerprints, etc. done before sub boot camp next Friday.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-20743517152404967352010-08-25T11:30:00.000-07:002010-08-25T11:30:23.269-07:00Sub pools for the great recessionHow do you prepare yourself for a job interview? What if that job interview was to join the sub pool?<br />
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Would you practice getting your pulse taken? Or take it more seriously, and bring in samples of daily summaries, prepare a list of curriculum you're familiar with, and be ready to explain/discuss management issues through the lens of a guest teacher? Would you wear a suit? Prepare a sample lesson... just in case they see how incredibly awesome you are and change their mind and decide to hire you full time after all? <br />
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All year last year when I subbed people would say "well hey you have a pulse!" but apparently having a pulse and passing a background check is no longer the minimum qualification to be a substitute teacher. In fact, most of the districts in Big City, USA will not even accept new substitute applications right now because their sub pools are full of teachers who were laid off last year.<br />
<br />Welcome to 2010, teachers.<br />
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I did manage to land myself a bona fide job interview... to join a sub pool for a chain of charters. I did also apply for a classroom position with the same charter but no bites there. <br />
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While I'm still actively applying for the few job postings that I can find (and thinking about seriously revamping my cover letter & resume) I'm also wondering how I'm going to continue my career. As a planner by nature, my 1, 5, and 10 year plans get changed almost weekly as my career prospects dwindle. Am I a lifer in the sub pool? Will two years post teacher ed without my own room kill my classroom teacher potential? Can I still consider pursuing my special ed credential next year?<br />
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Or will I not even get picked for the sub pool? If that happens I may as well grab my green apron and go knock on the window at Starbucks and promise not to steal too many SKVLs.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-17303473540498068362010-08-16T11:00:00.000-07:002010-08-16T11:00:54.249-07:00Life, differentiatedI <i>finally</i> have internet at my new apartment. And by finally I mean it's been three days since we got our keys. Addicted doesn't even begin to describe it. I'm hoping to get back in it to win it soon and get things like twitter up and running (my new phone should arrive soon!) and potentially update my blog to include links to all the awesome teacher blogs I've found this summer. <br />
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This move have been as much symbolic as it is physical for Dr. Awesome and me. We spent just over five years in Small Town, USA and we both earned our degrees there. We're officially moving on from being graduate students and moving on to the next part of our lives. Small Town, USA is where we got married and grew from undergrads into the people we are today (when we figure out who those people are we'll let you know.) Although neither of us particularly liked living in Small Town, USA, we felt kinda sad leaving it, as it is where our marriage began and grew and where we solidified the permanence of "us". Also it's where we decided to stop being lame and start being awesome instead.<br />
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Now we're in Big City, USA, though perhaps GIANT City is a more appropriate name. Our apartment is tiny, we're both having car troubles, I haven't had one single call for a job interview, and we have to move again next year. But I already love it here.<br />
<br /> Right now I'm closer to my sister-in-law for one year, during the exact year that my brother is deployed. Right now we have a small apartment when our little family of two + kitties is the smallest it will ever be. Right now we have car trouble but we don't have to make car payments. Right now I'm planning on going to some amazing concerts and visit some really rad attractions because they are in my neighborhood, and I can, and because I don't have to go to work. I love the way people drive here, order coffee here, and most of all I love that Dr. Awesome is here with me. <br />
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Is this my life, differentiated?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-40053336314063917782010-08-11T09:27:00.000-07:002010-08-11T09:27:58.866-07:00Sorry for the hiatus, but then again, who needs to apologize for summer? I just wanted to let the blogger world at large know that I'll be back and blogging again soon(ish) but in the meantime, you'll have to go outside and play.<br />
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Here's a quick list of things I've been up to.<br />
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Vacation (is there anything better?)<br />
Packing/moving (is there anything worse?)<br />
Applying for jobs (putting my name in sub pools...)<br />
Sending my brother off to Afghanistan (I'm a proud Navy sister but damn wars suck)<br />
Attempting to catch up on my classics (started and am actually enjoying <u>Bleak House</u> by Charles Dickens)<br />
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Alright, our moving truck comes tomorrow so back to packing it is! Good luck to everyone setting up classrooms, meeting new kiddos and parents, interviewing for last minute openings, and generally starting off a new year!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-83440387724822712242010-08-01T12:29:00.000-07:002010-08-01T12:29:29.511-07:00Tweet TweetI decided to join the world of twitter. I'm brand new to it. I don't even have a personal twitter account so there will definitely be some learning involved. Also this may or may not lead to a new phone purchase, as my current phone flips AND has a retractable antennae.<br />
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So are you on twitter? I'm @mrsawesomeblogs so watch for me as I try to figure the whole thing out. It can't be that hard.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-59000352163441128552010-07-30T15:14:00.000-07:002010-07-30T15:14:54.597-07:00Getting over myself.Thank you so much for all the encouragement! Between my blog readers (and stalkers) and real life friends and family, I had a lot of support yesterday as I whined my way through the day bemoaning my terrible chances of finding a classroom job this year. <br />
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Today though I'm back to feeling awesome. Thank goodness because no one likes (or hires) a complainer. I may be one in a thousand trying for the job, but that also means I was
one of a thousand who had my hopes dashed to pieces yesterday when I
opened my email to see how slim my chances really were. Right now I'm
grateful to be able to continue pursuing a teaching career, even if that
means sticking it out in the subpool for another year.<br />
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Now I'm ready for more traveling, more summer, and more family time. And I guess I have to stop procrastinating packing for our big move...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-49229708067334649802010-07-29T10:27:00.000-07:002010-07-29T10:29:12.983-07:000.5% chance of becoming a real bone fide teacher!A half of a percent. That's the chance I have. Thousands of dollars, hundreds of thousands of tears, one hundred quarter units in twelve months from a top fifty education graduate school, one year of keeping my head above water in a sub pool/contract teaching, and now I have earned myself the chance to roll the dice on a HALF of a percent chance at a job.<br />
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Today I received an email from a district I applied to, stating that I was "one of over 1,000 applicants for five positions". Let's be generous and forget to read that little word "over" and estimate that there are 1,000 people vying for five positions. Straight up that's half a percent chance if we're looking at name drawings out of a hat. <br />
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If it were me, and thank goodness it's not, I wouldn't pick me. I'd pick someone with a couple of years experience but no tenure to transfer over. That would be the cheapest way to get a teacher with some experience. What can I say? I'm a numbers person. But today, just for once, I wish I wasn't. Because then I wouldn't realize how dire 5/1000 really is.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-42089200479352849302010-07-28T12:10:00.000-07:002010-07-28T12:10:03.279-07:00Surving the huntLike many of you, I'm in over my head with my job hunt this year. There are hardly any openings so I've had to expand my hunt to include after school positions, middle school positions, and private schools that may or may not line up with my personal religious beliefs. We're all fighting to stay positive, keep searching, send in apps as soon as the jobs get posted, and tweak and re-tweak those cover letters. I keep hearing about places getting hundreds of applications for a single opening and thinking that there is just no way a district is ever going to even consider calling me for an interview, not when there are teachers out there with years of experience who can pull the "I got laid off" card. The whole thing is just rather depressing, for me and for everyone else. And I haven't even begun to talk about the kids, who are hurt the most by the layoffs. <br />
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In the middle of all this, Dr. Awesome and I are up to our neck in boxes, as we're not far from our big move. Trying to convince myself to move several boxes of teaching supplies for a "someday" that may never be is getting harder and harder. <br />
<br />Like any normal person, I did the only thing left to do. I hit up Zappos.com and spent so much money that my credit card company called regarding abnormal activity.<br />
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That's normal, right?<br />
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My new sandals arrived today. Writing essays doesn't seem so bad now that I'm wearing PJs and my new OluKai sandals. Now that's summer.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-77757564598914715092010-07-26T10:59:00.000-07:002010-07-26T11:01:31.605-07:00Everyone likes to be read to: a book review from my nieceEvery summer my parents take my niece and nephew for a week or so, giving my brother and his wife a much needed reprieve from the summer doldrums and giving my mom and dad a chance to spend some uninterrupted time with their grandkids. Well, uninterrupted until I come and visit and crash the party!<br />
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After a day and a half of making cookies, reading books, playing piano, getting whooped on guitar hero, and video chatting with Dr. Awesome, I had to be on my way home so Grandma could take the kids on a road trip to Six Flags. I gave my mom an audio book of <u>Tales of the Fourth Grade Nothing</u> by Judy Blume to help make their drive go by with less episodes of iCarly playing on Grandpa's portable DVD player.<br />
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In the car rode my mom, her friend, and three kids ages 7, 10, and 12. No one had ever read <u>Tales of the Fourth Grade Nothing</u> before (how is that even possible?) and it turned out that the book was a huge hit! They listened to the whole book in the car and everyone enjoyed it. The thing is, people love being read to, especially when its a good story. It doesn't matter if the book is grade level or if you're a grown up listening to a kids book or a teenager listening to a young readers' book. People like to be read to, and they need to be read to. <br />
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Two days after their big amusement park trip I talked to my niece on the phone, expecting to hear about water rides and long lines. Instead, she told me all about the book and how everyone loved it. I thought I would share what I could remember of our conversation.<br />
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Auntie Awesome guess what?<br />
<i>What?</i><br />
We listened to all three CDs! That's the whole story!<br />
<i>Wow cool, did you like it?</i><br />
Yes we all did everyone laughed. Even my brother liked it. And well it was kind of weird because the whole thing was said by a girl so even the boy voices sounded like a girl.<br />
<i>Well that's because it's a girl reading a book, so she has to read all of the voices. </i><br />
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<i>What was one part you liked?</i><br />
Well I liked all of it, but Auntie Awesome, did you know there were gross parts? Like when Fudge poops the turtle? <br />
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There you have it. It's funny but it's gross when Fudge poops a turtle.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-60017478901960717642010-07-20T21:47:00.000-07:002010-07-20T21:48:34.657-07:00Wrap it up, it's a mummyWe usually need to clap, pour rainsticks, and trick our youngsters into singing a song with hand motions so that they'll can it and put their eyes on the board. Getting and keeping kids' attentions is a struggle we battle with on a daily basis. Having the right hook for a lesson can make a huge difference, especially when they are adolescent and angry at the world. <br />
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When I was in London recently, I had the chance to visit the British Museum. While there, I snagged some pictures that are certain to nab the attention of even the most uninterested preteens. I'm not sure yet how to relate it to any and all curriculum, but teaching ancient civilizations never sounded so good!<br />
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Tell me these shots aren't <strike>freaky</strike> awesome enough to make even you want to drop your multiple subjects credential and teach history!<br />
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Guess who this is? Well yes, it's a mummy, but guess WHO it is? It's Cleo-frickin-patra! That's right, she's just laying right there on a shelf all royal-like. It's Cleopatra, queen and pharaoh of Egypt! Not exactly a royal or peaceful resting place, but she's certainly getting some publicity here. <br />
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Okay I'm not really sure who this guy/gal is but that is indeed a mummy. The next time you have a toilet paper roll mummy wrap contest, consider this as your guide. I can't imagine that being a relaxing way to rest in peace, but to each culture their own. <br />
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Who doesn't like bones? Skulls? Entrails? Yuck. Hooked yet, aloof and disinterested middle school boy who cares about nothing?<br />
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Well haven't you always want to unwrap a mummy? Common... you know you're curious to see how well that ancient preservation really worked!<br />
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<b>1. If you are bilingual, please state the languages you speak and proficiencies.</b><br />
<i>I speak several languages. I speak parent, principal, administrator, and coworker. In addition, I speak several forms of child, including hungry, sleepy, frustrated, and whiny. All fluent. I also am moderately proficient at teenager, urban foo, and valley girl. </i><br />
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<i>You're one of three accepting applications right now. </i><br />
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<b>3. As an educator, how do you use assessments to inform your teaching?</b><br />
<i>I use every lesson to prepare the kids for the state test. Then I get my state test scores back, fear for my job and salary, can't make a difference because my kids that took the test are already in a new grade, and try again with a metaphorical whip on my back and new kids. </i><br />
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<b>4. How as collaboration impacted your performance?</b><br />
<i>Mrs. Next Door tells me how I do everything wrong. Mr. Next Door tells me how Mrs. Next Door is getting divorced. Ms. Down the Hall helps me with my weekly block plan and I help her with math and science prep. All four of us tell the principal we are a united grade level team. </i><br />
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<b>5. Please describe the management system in your classroom and give an example. </b><br />
<i>I take away recess. Example: Kid is a terd. I take away recess. Kid is less of of terd. </i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-3360919188092637302010-06-24T09:06:00.000-07:002010-06-24T09:06:06.862-07:00I just wanted to you to know...While I could be outside with Dr. Awesome, looking at sites like this....<br />
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I am not. Instead I am inside, in a library, in between stacks huddled by a plug with my UK-US adapter, working diligently on job applications that should have been finished a month ago. Oh wait, there weren't any openings a month ago.<br />
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Dr. Awesome and I are indeed having a fabulous trip though. Last weekend we cruised through all kinds of amazing things! This week while he works and I job hunt, I have managed to sneak in a few extra cups of coffee and read a bit more of my summer reading list. It is, after all, summer vacation. Our next weekend will bring us more adventure though, and more blog hiatus! <br />
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I do have to wonder though... will I ever get to have a summer vacation that isn't spend with that nagging worry of "what next?" Or are all new educators doomed to years of pink slips and reapplications? If I had my own room, my own grade, surely I would be taking pictures to share with my kids. It is a someday well worth the pursuit. <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-45048654820229361782010-06-15T10:33:00.000-07:002010-06-15T10:34:09.073-07:00Dr. AwesomePlease forgive the recent radio silence. Things have been
crazy preparing for family visiting for Mr. Awesome's defense and planning for a trip to the UK. Unfortunately there will be more stints of quiet as I'm soon going to be more interested in seeing <strike>Hogwarts</strike> historical sites than blogging. <br />
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But first I have some very important news to share! Yesterday afternoon Mr. Awesome passed his doctoral defense and after his committee signed his papers, he officially became Dr. Awesome, Ph.D. That's right folks, I am now married to a doctor! Just imagine what schemes we'll be qualified to come up with now... mwhahahaha. <br />
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I'm so proud of Dr. Awesome and all the years of hard work it has taken to get to this point. After we get back from the UK, we're off to Big City, USA where Dr. Awesome has accepted a one year visiting assistant professor position. After that? Probably world domination. Don't miss it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-22686720330759079932010-06-09T17:16:00.000-07:002010-06-09T17:18:57.946-07:00GraduationI just got back from a quick trip to visit family and see my nephew's 6th grade graduation. *Sniff. I can't believe he's going off to junior high in a couple of months. He's an awesome young man and I'm so proud of my brother and my sister-in-law for being such awesome parents. I know some day Mr. Awesome and I will have a lot of questions re: how to raise a son as cool as my cool nephew. <br />
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This year I've heard lots of opinions about graduation. My friend who teaches preschool has a family celebration, but refuses to make cardboard hats for her Pre-K kids who are more likely to spill juice on their hats than sit back and have a moment of self reflection such as "hey, my fine motor skills, number sense, and phonemic awareness totally improved this year! I'm SO ready for kindergarten now!" Not that a preschooler shouldn't be proud, but it's not the same as say, an 18 year old graduating from high school who can look back and say, "man, I did it and I made good life choices along the way." Or, say, Mr. Awesome who has been in school since he was five and on Sunday will be walking across a stage in a funny gown. <br />
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So where does 6th grade graduation fall in the mix? What about 8th grade? Kindergarten? Personally, I think it really depends on the teacher and the school and the community. I thought that my nephew's graduation was fabulous. Although, as some have pointed out, I am extremely biased when it comes to my nieces and nephew, so perhaps I am not entirely fair. But the ceremony I saw was a great reflection of the school's community and values, honored the students' hard work without acting like it was the end of their academic career, and reflected on how these kids were moving on from being the little guys in elementary school to growing young adults facing all the things young adults face in those places known as junior high and high school.<br />
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If I get a job teaching sixth grade, or kindergarten, or fifth grade in a district that is a k-5 elementary school district, I'll have to decide for myself or be forced into helping with graduation. I'll probably be the kind to go all out with paper hats and goofy favors. I think the kids work hard and deserve a celebration. Plus who doesn't like cake and pictures and neat slide shows with corny music? <br />
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Of course, you could look at it in the eyes of my niece (nephew's little sis). <i>It's totally NOT FAIR that sixth graders get to graduate but first graders still have to go to school. </i><br />
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Yeah, what a jip. <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-4097010753463136572010-06-07T21:04:00.000-07:002010-06-09T11:33:00.792-07:00Show me the money!Have you heard about the new $100 bills? They are so cool!! <br />
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When I was subbing a couple of weeks ago I got to see a special presentation from a local bank about the new bills. The bankers brought really neat super size color copies of the current bills and then they had copies of the new bills too. The kids were invited to find as many similarities and differences as they could. It was a fun little compare/contrast and I had a hard time letting the kids do the work. <br />
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At one point the bankers started explaining to the kids how the new bills won't really be made of copy paper, but they'd be made of cotton. They went to say that the cool thing about the new bills is that when you fold the bills a certain way it would create a 3D effect.<br />
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At that point I <i>almost</i> interrupted to explain that these kids were too young to pick up on subtle sarcasm, and that they wouldn't find it funny to be teased in such a way. I thought it was so mean that the bankers were telling the kids such a ridiculous thing! I mean, a 3D effect on a paper bill? Come on, you might be able to pull a fast one on these kids, but not on me. <br />
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Luckily I didn't say anything though, because it turns out they were serious! Apparently it wasn't the kids who were too young to understand the adults, it was Mrs. Awesome who was too much of a cynic to change with the times.<br />
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You can read about the new bills <a href="http://www.newmoney.gov/media/release_04212010.htm">here</a>, and even watch a cool video! <br />
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In any case, check out the new bills! So cool! I can't wait to get one. I guess I'll need a job to earn it first. Hmm.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-79148815570075318092010-06-06T17:07:00.000-07:002010-06-06T17:07:42.694-07:00What day is it? Huh?It's amazing how quickly I let myself get into the flow of a summer schedule. I don't know what day of the week it is and I'm staying up later and later every night, reverting back to my night owl ways. I love staying up late. So does Mr. Awesome and so do some of my closest friends. This is dangerous for a reformed insomniac and really fun for a professional procrastinator. I am literally procrastinating bedtime.<br />
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Last night Mr. Awesome pondered what would happen if we stayed up 4 extra hours every day. In 6 days, would we get an extra day? Or would we have lost a day by sleeping through it at other times? Or would you be able to discipline yourself into keeping a 28 hour schedule and be able to quite literally add more hours to the day? I wanted to try the experiment right away but Mr. Awesome is smarter than me and he reminded me of things like other people in the world. <br />
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My bathroom is sparkling and smells of bleach, my kitchen is spotless and smells like lemon fresh cleaner, and every item of clothing I own is laundried and put away, excepting my current outfit. And now I'm blogging about topics interesting to about 3 people in the universe.<br />
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I must be procrastinating. Yikes. Don't tell my future boss about this habit I have. Remind me not to mention it when they ask about my "weaknesses" in an interview. I can imagine it now... <br />
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<i>"Tell me, Mrs. Awesome, what would you say is your biggest weakness and how does it impact your work?"</i><br />
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<i>"Well, there's the whole procrastination problem I have but don't worry, I always finish by the deadline and I usually get fun side projects done on the way too!" </i><br />
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Oh look, a bookshelf to reorganize! Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-13032995606889017532010-06-03T22:20:00.000-07:002010-06-03T22:33:14.570-07:00I like to mouvs it mouvs it!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today I stopped by my <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(old)</span> school to pick up my <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(last)</span> paycheck and generally goof off while I didn't have a sub call. I was totally surprised to find my box filled with thank you and love notes from my children! I am so grateful for the teachers who orchestrated this and while I know many of them just put a list of the peripheral teachers on the board and had the students write letters during "choice" time, I am touched none the less. Some of the cards/letters I got were priceless. This is my very first batch of thank yous from kids that weren't from student teaching or college volunteer work and I will admit to tearing up more than a little when reading through the notes they wrote me.<br />
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First, I got a GIANT card from a conglomerate of students from several classes. I'm not sure who organized this but my best guess is some of the sixth grade girls. My favorite comment is from Justine: "PS, you make great cookies." Justine is a teacher's kid who has been at some of the dinners I've gone to and she's had the chance to sample some of my homemade cookies. This kid knows her priorities. Another cool thing was that each of the third grade classes made me a card. One of the students took it upon himself to draw a picture of him and me on the back of the card, including labels. I'm pretty sure he has a teacher crush on me.<br />
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But of the cards, my favorite quote comes from a batch of first grade letters. The best notes are always from the kids who have the toughest times in school and this kid is no exception. I love that the teacher gave me cards in their purest form: the way kids wrote em and not rewritten by teachers until they looked "perfect." I'll translate for those of you who aren't trained in the skill of reading the writing of young authors.<br />
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<i>Dear Mrs. Awesome. </i><br />
<i>My favorite song is Surfin USA, The Yellow Submarine, and I like your moves. I like you Mrs. Awesome. <br />Love,</i><br />
<i>Best Student EVER. </i> <br />
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Well I'm glad to know I wasn't just dancing around for the sake of acting like a goon. Turns out, I've got mouvs! <br />
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And with the thought of me and my awesome mouvs, I'll leave you with pictoral proof that I truly rocked out with my kids this year. I give you.... Mrs. Awesome, as seen in the eyes of a first grader.<br />
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<span id="goog_614055087"></span><span id="goog_614055088"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117569426798125339.post-81330366095856352322010-06-02T13:35:00.000-07:002010-06-02T13:36:25.170-07:00Hunting Season: Now OpenAll the pieces have finally fallen into place. Mr. Awesome accepted a position in Big Giant City, USA and so I know where to apply for jobs now. And as of yesterday evening, I finally got all the letters of rec I was waiting for, so it's official. I am officially on the market. Looking. Available. Unemployed.<br />
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In between jobs.<br />
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Starting today, I'm spending a bit of each day working on my job applications. I need to revamp my resume (should have already done that, but as you know, I am really good at procrastinating) and I need to get my shell cover letter set. However, the biggest obstacle is simply going to be finding a place to send my apps. Right now there are several districts that simply have information on collecting unemployment. Others are only accepting applications from current employees. Others want you to have years of experience. I wonder if any of them are looking for me?<br />
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Here's my first cover letter:<br />
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<i>Dear peeps:</i><br />
<i>Please call me for an interview. I'm awesome. w00t. </i><br />
<i>Love,</i><br />
<i>Mrs. Awesome. </i><br />
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I think it needs some work. <i> </i><br />
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