It was third time lucky in my quest to find a job. Cue much joy and a not inconsiderable amount of relief.
On the phone I could only managed to blurt out: 'fantastic, wow, brilliant, superb, thanks...' etc... It was a real supercalifragilisticexpealadocious moment and the head of maths had to ask: 'does that mean you accept the job offer?'
I keep expecting them to ring me up and and say that they made a mistake when they rang yesterday - they got confused and said: 'we'd like to offer you the job' instead of: 'sorry, but you haven't been successful' due to some bizarre slip of the tongue.
I also feel very guilty to have got the job ahead of the other people there, who were all quite a bit older than me and probably wiser by an even geater degree. But, it's hard to imagine them talking with wide-eyed enthusiasm in their interviews about the amazing and slightly disbelieving feeling of having thirty teenagers listening (or at least pretending to listen) to your every word.
So it's official: I am employable. I would like to thank: my family, my colleagues on placement, the school who I first interviewed at for pissing me off by rejecting me - giving me that 'I'll show you!' feeling, and of course, all the little (some not so little) people we call pupils, without whom there would be no logical reason for being a maths teacher.
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2006-05-24 @ 18:02