I can’t even VOLUNTEER to teach! I just got this from the summer camp I contacted in JANUARY (and again in April, and again in May, and again on Friday).
WHAT do I have to DO?!
Our summer filled up quickly with the curriculum we wanted to structure for the teens, so there was not the writing opportunity I thought there may be, and I do apologize for this. We often have so many generous and talented folks who want to offer their services to us, but it is often more the timing and program structure that will determine when or how we can use them. I am sorry if this is a disappointment. For volunteers who will be with us day in and day out, I feel it is important to give them the workshop opportunities, which can also take up more time. For instance, we had a poet willing to visit with us 2-3 days a week, so I had to jump on that and offer her the “writing blocks.” That and our Americorps VISTA has a degree in writing, so I wanted to give her an opportunity as well.
Ugh. I should be used to this by now, but I’m just not. Every one of these feels like a sock in the gut.
“Thank you for your interest in Local U. I’ve placed your CV in our files. Unfortunately, we did not have as many adjunct sections available for the Fall. I will keep your information on file, in case there are any changes.“
I was expecting a phone call.
Instead, I got a letter that reads, in part, “We experienced a very competitive field, with many qualified candidates interviewing for the position. While the interview committees have selected another candidate for the position, your expertise was both valued and appreciated.“
I have it on good authority that the candidate they chose is a brand-new graduate (who, it turns out, is the roommate of the intern my former mentor had in her classroom this semester. My mentor called me to give me the news yesterday morning, when her intern told her that the roommate had been offered – and had accepted – the job).
That makes twice I’ve been passed over for someone fresh out of college. I doubt this will be the last time, either; schools would much rather pay the scale for an inexperienced teacher than for one who’s been in the classroom.
I’m trying very hard not to take this personally. Looked at from the big-picture angle, there’s nothing exceptional about this experience; when a single open position can consistently generate 70+ applications, landing a position becomes more a matter of luck than of qualifications.
I’m looking down the barrel of a full year’s worth of unemployment in my field, though, and trying to come to terms that, during that span (and of having sent resumes to literally every high school and college within my commuting distance), this is only the second time I’ve even been contacted (to be fair, Quaint Coastal City School District did send me a “we got your resume” postcard; beyond that, I’ve gotten literally no response from any of the schools, up to and including those to whose principals I’ve sent personal emails). It’s really hard not to get discouraged.
Still nothing. I was told not to expect to hear anything until “the middle of the week,” but I still hold out hope that it’ll be sooner rather than later.
As soon as I know something, you’ll know it, too; I promise. Thank you all for the inquiries and good wishes.
My second interview for the high school teaching job is tomorrow at 12:30.
And again, inexplicably, I’m stressing about what to wear.
I’ve gotten some positive feedback about the administrative team from my source in the school, and I’m giving myself permission to feel a little hopeful about my chances of coming off favorably tomorrow. It’s not conceit for me to say that I’m very good at what I do, I love the students and have more to offer them than just the material, and I’m invested in being the very best teacher I can possibly be
This isn’t just a job for me; it’s a calling. I’m pretty sure I can make that clear when I meet the administrators tomorrow (in my cute linen trousers and sleeveless knit top…).
All offers of luck, confidence, and good energy are gratefully and humbly accepted.