I got hired.
I'm still fuzzy on the details, because it happened like this:
I receive a voicemail that says, "Hey Rachel, this is M from P.S. 000. Give me a call back at 718-blah-blah." So I do. She says, "I just need your Social Security Number so I can put you in the budget."
Time slows. My brain grinds into sludge. I dumbfoundedly repeat: "The budget?" Pause. Pause. "Does this mean I've been hired, because I never received a phone call to that effect?"
M responds: "Oh, you didn't get the letter? We sent you a letter." (A letter that, had I received it yesterday, would have saved me hours of misery at the Brooklyn job fair.)
So allegedly there is some "letter," that hopefully specifies details like, um, what grade I'll be teaching, because I don't even know.
I just said "grade" and "teaching," yo. I'm a teacher. God help me and the children of New York City!
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Eat that, Donald Trump
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3 comments:
congrats!
Congratulations Miss Nobel!!! Jackie says congratulations too! If you need someone to come in to your class and talk about not getting a real job until well into your thirties, I might consider it in exchange for visiting you in NYC!
Congratulations!! I'm so excited for you!
You really need to meet my other friend Rachel, who also teaches in NY and also is awesome. In the meantime, you can check out her teaching blog:
http://teachingsmarter.wordpress.com/
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