Drank a cup o' reality at 11:21 a.m. on Saturday, Jul. 31, 2004
Last night I had a good long gossip and cursing filled conversation with Mr. Social Studies. Since summer began we have tried to touch base weekly, which is in stark contrast to our constant communication during the school year.
An Aside: we were classroom neighbors at the Small-Sad School and hired at the same time. This last spring, we decided that if we were both there next year we were going to move our desks so that they were on the same wall and devise a Morse code of knocks to entertain ourselves throughout the day. (We experimented with walkie-talkies at one point last year and perfected the use of the e-mail reply button!!) This followed our scheme to cut a small pass-through hole in the wall between our desks. None of this will come to fruition.
Last night he was calling to update me on the school’s failure to hire an English Teacher. Yes, still! Apparently there was an interview on Wednesday. Yep, an interview, as in they only met with one candidate. One candidate for an English position who apparently couldn’t read well enough to know not to park in the yellow loading zone!!! Apparently she sucked. However, the Superintendent was keen on hiring her. Thankfully the rest of the committee voted him down.
The position has been re-posted. This brings the count up to 8.
Mr. Social Studies relayed to me his upset over it all. I take some amount of solace in the fact that he is bitter on my behalf. He told me that during the course of these interviews it has become glaringly apparent that they knew that they would hire that young guy to take my job back in January. “They knew way back then that he was coming on board and yet they strung you along telling you that you were doing fine and had nothing to worry about. It really pisses me off.” He added that at one point in their discussions he mentioned the fact that they, “had an English teacher!”
As we were wrapping up, he threw in one more detail swearing me to secrecy about my source. It seems that as they were discussing their next step at the interview, Mrs. Spanish spoke up. “I have a good friend who is still looking for an English teaching position. I doubt that she will move down here from The Cities, but I’ll call her. The only dilemma is that she is only licensed K-8.” (Loyal readers, you know that is what I’m licensed in and therefore why I was cut.)
Superintendent quickly replied, “Well, that’s fine, call her; if she has to be on a Variance so be it!”
This confirms suspicions that I was cut really and truly because Superintendent did not like me. I had a few moments of wondering if I am a bad teacher, if I really screwed up, or what I did to make him hate me so. Perhaps years from now I will figure it all out… but I’m pretty sure that I’m not a bad teacher (I did just get a job at one of the top districts in the state!).
I hope that somewhere everyone remembers this. Remembers that they cut a good teacher who only wanted 1 more year. Remembers that they invited this upon themselves. Remembers that Superintendent f’d things up for everyone. Remembers that with 3 weeks to go they were with out a High School English teacher. My desire to say, “I told you so” is tantamount!!
Whatever you do. Don’t apply for this job!!
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In good news I just had breakfast with My Girls. We sat and talked for 3 hours. They came bearing an adorable card and gift certificates to my favorite stores totaling $100. It was too generous. They are wonderful and confirm that Superintendent is an Ass!!
My Mom arrives Wednesday afternoon. Are we ready?
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Miss Spunky is:
a 25 year old English teacher currently on an extended adventure in Minnesota, searching for a good man with a big... truck!
I love:
My students, excessive amounts of coffee, Baja Fresh and a good hockey game.
I dislike:
Ignorance, mosquitoes, and people who write in IM and/or grammar so poor that it is clear that they are lazy. IM is LAZY, LAZY do you hear me???