K, so here’s the deal. I had the interview this morning and they want me to teach. The problem is, of course, that I don’t old a teacer’s license. I can get an emergency license, but only if an accredited university or college is willing to sign off on it. After a very long day spent on the phone to both Indiana State University and Oakland City College, I’ve gotten one school to agree to sign off on an emergency license for Language Arts (I was an English minor, after all, and two of the classes I’ll be teaching will be lit and a third will be speech) and tomorrow I’ve got a phone conference with ISU to see about getting a license for French. Oakland can’t sign off on French as they have no program for it. So! It’s falling into place, but there’s still a lot that needs to be done, and it all has to be done by the end of this week. That means the criminal record stuff needs to be completed, I have to take a drug test within the next 36 hours or so, we need faxed forms from Oakland about English and confirmation from ISU at all about the French. Believe me, it was a long day, but if all goes well, I have a job at my old high school. How crazy is that? I figure I’ll be heading back up to the Haute Friday but will be back here in the near future as the first teachers’ meetings are the beginning of August.
One thing I find fascinating is that I have never–and I mean never had more than a couple weeks to prepare for a totally new teaching position. When I became a grad student, they handed me a class after the first week of classes was already over. When I taught at Saint Mary-of-the-Woods, I got the position about two weeks before classes began there. When I went back to teaching University 101, I had winter break to prepare for teaching it once more as well as being an academic advisor. When I taught French this past year, I had litereally graduated the beginning of August and started teaching the end of the same month. As the assistant principal at LGT said today when I met him and relayed this information, “At least you’re consistent.” Yeah, I guess that’s true. And you know what? Despite the fact that I’ve been thrown into teaching situations rather spontaneously, I’ve always done just fine. I look forward to doing just fine once again.
C'est la vie:
And the great thing is this: once you get everything perfectly prepared for one class, you stop teaching it. I have my entire syllabus "perfected" for 10th grade, so of course this year I have not only journalism, newspaper, and yearbook new– I also have only juniors and a comp class. I've never taught comp.