the running joke i have with myself, my boyfriend, and my sister usually starts off with “if they don’t know i’m gay, it’s their fault because….” it ends with anything from “i put la roux in the friday assembly playlist” to “i ‘z’ snapped a third grader.”
i don’t know if i can use that anymore.
i accidentally left my iphone in the teachers’ lounge for about an hour during lunch. anyone who clicked on it to see whose phone it was will have been greeted by a picture of me and the boyf. that shxt gon’ spread like wildfire.
in oklahoma, since it has been proven that the public school system won’t give out diplomas to valedictorians who use mild curse words, they definitely won’t let sinners keep their jawbs.
this is happening…
i have a web page on my school’s site. i just got re-printed. i am prepping my “first day script”. i start in-service in a week. i am dealing with a getting my certification expedited. i’m getting panicked texts from my principal. i am sending panicked texts to the teacher who’s spot i’m taking. i don’t know how to handle all this. i mean…i’m me: i will. and it’ll be fine. but. i’m stressing. (and annoying my roommates.)
and i have to, you know, find a house and move and get my personal life all sorted…
LET ME TEACH YOUR CHILDREN
i have an interview on sunday: K-5 music.
it’s in a ‘burb halfway between where i went to school and OKC; ‘tis prime spot for resources. 
applications completed for 2 teaching jobs today. a grade school and a MS/HS band slot.
gurls i ain’t done yet.
hope.
all the teaching jawbs
are being filled not by me. i’m terrified.
-however-
i’m approaching the end of season two in my LOST rewatchfest2012. so. desmond episodes. that’s a ray of light at least.
i
,after four weeks of waiting,
did not get the job
that i interviewed for four times,
and that the administration drove four hours for
in order see me teach, after four weeks of anticipation,
after four hours of planning.
expect four weeks of moroseness.
good things i have applied at four other schools in the last week.
(i, as a musician, am used to losing as often as winning. i’ll get where i want to go. soon.)
(p.s. cowards sent me an email at 1:00 a.m. i deserved a phone call.)
round four
the hiring process is getting ridiculous at this school. tomorrow i have to do a teaching demo an hour and a half away with a fourth grade class, debrief with the principal and an HRer afterwards, and hand in A HOMEWORK assignment for a teaching job—a prompted essay. if there are anymore rounds to land this job, so help me i’ll…go through them and win, of course. but not without grumbling.
the expectations are so very high. when i get this job…mmmemmm…just…it’s gonna/gotta be worth it.
third round
of the hiring process is the submission of two lesson plans. one for kindergarten and one for fourth grade.
kindergarten is easy. “today we’re gonna learn how to keep steady beat without hitting your neighbor”
fourth grade…i’ve come up with two options…neither is good. a through-composition and ear-training lesson based on Where the Wild Things Are. or. a field trip in which we discuss what music is, where it is found, and make recordings from our adventure—droning from air conditioners and that sort of thing. then garageband up the thing, and play it as the background for orff instrument improvisation. these are obviously week-ish-long projects.
as an arts-infusion charter, this school means business.
i’m scared.
and i hope i’m not being strung along.
teaching job interview #1 (and hopefully done…a boy can dream)
interviewer -“you are asking great questions…”
the me -“why thank you *because they are being pulled straight out of my ass*”
this phone interview went well! i think i may have dazzled this HRer with my personability. i hope i did. oh please for once i want to be as good/better in person than on paper. my groggy voice could have been perceived a number of ways, but i like to imagine she thought it was attractive…or gruff…or whatever it needs to be to get hired.
