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Where to go from here?

Today, I found out I was not accepted in to Teach for America. I’m conflicted about it – my type-A, planning personality is now concerned about what I’m going to do next year. It seems I’m back where I started, unsure of what I’m doing in the summer (just like I was for this summer). I have trouble with the concept of “it will work out” and always have.

But I’ve also read a lot of negative commentary on the TFA – commentary that really resounds with me. Stuff about how the TFA program is set up for only a two year commitment – and should teaching be a career? Something that you come back to every year to show the students you are trying to teach consistency?

What stressed me the most I think was the fact that TFA apparently has contracts with school districts so in some cases, veteran teachers may be out of the job because of a TFAer. In my experience, this has not happened but I could see how it could (but don’t believe everything you read on the internet). I don’t think a first year teacher who has signed up for the experience would ever be a better teacher than even one who has taught a few years.

So here I am, back to no plans, substitute teaching and still contemplating what I’d like to do with my next ten years – my years as I see it to do whatever the f- I want – move, travel, pay off loans (not that I want to do that), and figure it out. 30s are the new 20s, right? Right.

(I’ll keep updating – going to apply for teacher residency programs, teaching abroad in Spain, etc. I do want to teach, somewhere full time, one day. Just not in Connecticut)

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Moving up – hopefully

I had an interview (on the phone) today. It went well, and I will find out soon if I have the job. Without exhausting everyone with¬†details, it can be called a small beginning, but I hope if I get it will lead to bigger and better things. I think the reason I got this interview is the universe: Three or so days ago, right before I wrote my last post, I came to the conclusion that I didn’t absolutely need a job before the summer and that if I didn’t get one the WHOLE summer, I would live. That if I didn’t get an awesome job right out of college, I would be emotionally alright. And tada, an interview pops up. The universe knew I was balanced and didn’t think I NEEDED this job to live and be happy with myself.


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(The only question I may or may not have screwed up on is the “ideal job” question – I was honest, and I didn’t describe the job I was interviewing for, but I didn’t want to suck up so I feel like I did the right thing)

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