Going into the education field is a rather stupid move at this point. There are minimal jobs available with politics and nepotism coming in first over ability. The Common Core and APPR (evaluation system for NY) are good in theory but so horribly planned and rolled out that it’s a stressful, hair-pulling nightmare to deal with daily. Still, here I am, coming to the end of my first year of teaching, which almost didn’t happen.
“It’s yours if you want it,” were the words I was told when the principal informed me of a year-long LTS position for a 12:1:1 classroom. “I want you in there.” We met, which unbeknownst to me, was an interview. Finally, a week later, the job goes to someone else. (Who, thankfully, is a kickass teacher and totally deserved it.)
Loss #1. Opportunity #1.
I went through the emotions, angry and annoyed and hurt and etc. etc. I planned out a new path and began down it until opportunity came calling, and pulled me back into teaching: 10 week extended sub position, which would lead into another position to finish out the year. Oh, and that call was Friday before labor day. I started teaching the following Tuesday.
All year, I worked my ass off, doing everything I could to rock the position and solidify my position in the district. Many defeats came and went with many tears shed. However, some successes also came and went with big smiles. That is the world of education–many defeats and some successes, tugging you along on the scariest, yet most amazing roller coaster. The some successes make the many defeats worth it.
The year begins to close and calls are made for the fall.
I don’t get one.
Opportunities are around, for sure. Something tells me, though, I’ll have to chase this one down, wherever and whatever it may be.