I went to the mailbox. I looked. The memo did not promise me anything. It only told me I could make an appointment for an interview next month. So it looks as though I'll be waiting another 30 days or so to find out if I have a job next year. Life goes on.
As this process becomes more drawn out, I find myself less and less concerned with it. I keep reminding myself that I am a professional; that I am experienced; that I know how to keep students learning and growing. Writing is my existence, and I try to make it their existence, too, but I can only sell some, not all. They are going to survive in a different world than the one I conquered. All I can do is accept their ways and hang on. At least until May.
Mrs. B
As this process becomes more drawn out, I find myself less and less concerned with it. I keep reminding myself that I am a professional; that I am experienced; that I know how to keep students learning and growing. Writing is my existence, and I try to make it their existence, too, but I can only sell some, not all. They are going to survive in a different world than the one I conquered. All I can do is accept their ways and hang on. At least until May.
Mrs. B
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