There was this time, a mere two and half years ago….I was enrolled in a teacher preparation program in New York City. I was getting my MASTERS. I was pumped. I was on top of the world. I had actually commuted from my childhood home to the NYC, with the intention of graduating, getting a job, and then buying my own place. Simple yes? HA! Little did I know…..that the job market would be horrendous. That everyone and their grandmother would be trying to get a teacher job, that New York City would actually put a FREEZE on hiring new teachers. A FREEZE!!! I had just devoted a year of my life to teaching in the big apple – it had my sweat, my creativity, my blood, my tears, and all the money I had ever saved in my entire life. BUT, that wasn’t good enough for the powers that be in regards to education – I wasn’t in the “system” as a teacher, but rather a student teacher. Which basically means that the lovely city got a year of work from me, for free….and I got SCREWED.
And yet, I was determined to get a job. The city didn’t need me? FINE. I’ll go elsewhere. Long Island here I come! I don’t can’t where, I’ll travel. I’ll work. I’m DYING TO teach. So I began the lovely task of mass mailing. Constantly. Incessantly. Over and over and over and over again. And what was the light at the end of that tunnel?
Tell me friends, what do YOU remember? 😉