I don't think anyone reads this blog, and don't expect anyone to. It's hidden in plain sight, which for all intents and purposes on the internet, is hidden.
Since my last post, I took a trip to Turkey to stay with my inlaws. It was an unbelievable time. When I returned, I was offered a job as a marketing assistant at the educational publisher where I worked in the mailroom. When I went back for my last two weeks in the mailroom, I discovered that the problem employee who was making me frustrated and embarassed to be associated with him, had been fired while I was out. And they say passivity will get you nowhere. Clearly, it was passivity that has been my secret weapon all along!
My new job is now not so new. It's a placeholder job, but it's good experience, it's the lynchpin of my resume, making it look like a planned if bizarre career, rather than a pinball's course from one nonsensically buzzing box to the next. I like my two managers. Their manager, who is ultimately mine...well, I don't have that many issues with him...
Since then, I've started volunteering at an afterschool writing workshop for highschool kids, run out of the non-profit where I've been taking adult workshops. I love it. I want to be a teacher. Teaching is something meaningful, somehting important, something I get excited about, something that matters to me. Guiding creative young people, helping them think their way through writing issues...this is really what I do.
I'm trying to get into a teacher ed program called the Boston Teacher Residency. It's a highly selective, essentially no-cost M.Ed program. Once you complete the 13 month training and co-teaching year, you are obligated to teach in the city public schools for three years. Each year forgives one third of your tuition. This also means that you get three years of experience teaching, as well as a Master's.
If I can go in five years from an embarassingly overqualified mailclerk having trouble getting excited enough to finish a story, to a young urban high school English teacher with a Masters of Education, dual licenses in English and ESL or Special Ed (another facet of the program!) and a union salary reflective of that experience and qualifications...I'll be proud of myself, satisfied that I'm improving the quality of life in the city I love, and making a damn decent living.
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