Monday, July 14, 2008
After a few more interviews under his belt, but still no job offers, Adam continues to be upbeat. He SHOULD find something before school starts, but if not, we've formulated a plan. It's not a very good one, as he refuses to think about a job in a different line of work (and I don't really blame him - the last 10 years of his life have been geared toward education and it's his passion!): substitute in area districts and find a night job of some type. He has experience managing a gas station, so that might be an option, but I'm afraid the pay won't be great. If we can come close to the same amount of money we made last year (figuring in my decent raise and maybe cutting a few things here and there) we'll be OK. The good news is Adam jsut finished paying off a small school loan ($50 a month) and I'm nearing finishing another small one (another $50 a month). The car will be finished in about a year and if we can just hang on till then...too bad I'm still strapped with a large monthly payment for my consolidated school loans and I'm mostly only paying interest at this point...but school debt is GOOD debt according to experts like Suze Orman (but I think she's NUTS!).
The worst news in all of this is the fact that we were sort of planning on trying to start a family this fall. If he gets a job, this might still be a go, but I doubt it. Motherhood will be pushed off for yet another 1-2 years, which is getting a bit scary, seeing as how I'll be turning (gasp!) 31 next month.
How the fuck did that happen? Seems like just yesterday that I was waitressing and getting schwasted every night with tons of friends and loving it. Now we're struggling to find good friends in this judgemental and snobbish town, praying for a job that never seems to come, and wondering if parenthood will ever be a real possiblity for us.
A lot of this goes without discussion; it's just a quiet understanding between the two of us. But as each year of our marriage passes (it was SIX years yesterday!) we see how strong our relationship is and that if we can make it through times like these (this is not the first time Adam's job has been cut, but last time I didn't have a job and we were renting a shitty little house) we can make it through anything.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Me: Day One, Purple Delegate Badge.
My new friend Mandy. She's also active in the local DFL unit and it was great getting to know her during the convention and walking in some parades over the last few weeks with her.
Yeeeaaaaahhhhaaawww: Howard Dean! Sorry for that secret service guy's dumb head.
Night One: Michelle and Mandy with Al Franken at his party. How come I'm the one taking the picture? Aren't they ridiculously cute?
Me during the 5 minute demonstration period for Al before the vote on Saturday. We made an ass-load of noise and it was all coming from the floor (delegates) versus Jack's noise which came primarily from spectators (non-delegates). Al won with one ballot (over 60%)!
Making nice and trading buttons. Alan and I ribbed one other all day long about our respective candidates, cracking jokes about switching sides. Notice the silly number of buttons I have on my lanyard. Out of control!
Former Senator Mark Dayton. He holds a HUGE unity party each election year at the state convention. Awesome food, free drinks, and cool blinky DFL buttons!
Current US Senator Amy Klobuchar - one of the only DFL-ers who can win in my county!
He had an interview in a neighboring community today for Jr. High ALC. It's the perfect transition for him to a 'real' district - one with a chance for tenure, accountiblity for the leadership, and a much more solid job overall. Plus, it's only 15 miles away. It's the next best thing to him getting work at my school, which is seeming increasingly unlikely as his coworker from the Recovery School who only has one year of experience (mostly in IT - he only taught a few elective courses) got one of the two jobs here at my school. Adam couldn't even land an interview for that. But Adam's daddy is not a big-wig in the community. There is another job here which just closed on Friday, but I'm not thinking he'll get an interview for that either, as it is now Wednesday, and the job he interviewed for today also closed on Friday. They called first thing in the morning on Monday for that interview.
He says it went very well. His last interview about three weeks ago also went very well, but they called and told him he was the 2nd choice. What a shitter. We also heard through the grapevine (friend of a friend) that he was in the top 10 of over 90 applicants (of those who were qualified and meet minimum standards) in another neighboring community, although we don't know if they have called for interviews yet and if he will be among those interviewed. At least they are considering his applications, which is good.
God, I hope he gets another job so we can begin to heal. I am so angry at his director. On top of it all there is an article in today's paper where he is lying through his teeth, makes no mention whatsoever of how they are SCREWING their staff (giving large pay cuts but increasing the number of student contact days by 30), and that they let a staff member go. There is a comments section where you can write on the online version of the paper (which has been pretty heated lately, especially on gas prices, dems vs. republicans, etc) and call this asshole out. The issue with this is the fact that all the meetings have been closed and no one is supposed to know what I know, so it will be obvious that a staff member or spouse did it. But, oh how I want to call him out for his lies, his deciet, and for letting an amazing teacher slip through the hands of a school that needs all the help it can get.
In other news, our neighbor is an asshole. More to come on this later.
I just realized I sound like a total bitch. Hmmph. So be it. Maybe I am, but I get shit done.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
I'm not sure who compiled this article, but I'm pretty sure they didn't speak with any teachers who are fairly new to the profession. If you can stay in your first job long enough to get tenure (3 years with continued contracts, at least in Minnesota) you are an anomaly.
I am lucky...I'm just beginning my third year at the same school and hope to be tenured after next year. However, my husband is at his second school in 4 years. And your tenure time does not follow you - for instance, you can do three consecutive contracts, but if you are not renewed for the fourth (when you would be granted tenure) you do not start over again at your next school, should you be lucky enough to find another job. My husband has been looking for months and has only landed one interview.
The only job security with teaching is that you can make it through the year with your contract (unless you are a complete moron, like to hit on kids, etc.) and will get paid through the summer. If you are lucky, you'll find out in May or June (at the earliest...our contract calls for untenured teachers to find out by July 15th at the latest) if your contract is getting renewed. That's not job security at all.
My husband just found out a week and half ago his job was being cut because of the budget - the state didn't increase funding for years, gave about a 1.5% increase this year (like that keeps up with inflation, huh?) and because of the past cuts or lack of increases, it's caught up with the school. Additionally, my district is also in the red for the second year...which means my job could be on the line next year...luckily I have a few people under me. And that's including already teaching most classes with 35-42 kids. Try correcting 42 papers for ONE class - multiply that times 3, include the fact that it takes approximately 20-30 minutes to properly correct...you do the math.
One bright spot - being unionized; not that it does anything if you get pink slipped because you are the low man on the totem pole, even if you are a highly effective teacher in comparison to the 30 year vet who is just treading water for a few more years to squeeze out that last bit of retirement money.
However, if you are a math or science teacher - this is all null and void - because they can't seem to find those types at all.
Oh, and did I mention the sweet pay we get for dealing with kids telling us to f-off, the knives, the gang bangers and their bandanas (right or left wrist and red or blue tells you which gang they belong to) and their parents who blame you because their 18-year old kid can't read after you've had him for six weeks?
Yeah, it's a sweet recession-proof gig all right.
Don't get me wrong. I LOVE my job. I do; I love literature, reading it, talking about it with my kids, and seeing the affect it can have on their lives. I love seeing that light bulb go on in their heads. I love how they come back to bring me donuts after they've graduated. I love when they bring in their babies (although they are too young to be having them). I love having an IMPACT. In fact, I'm heading off to some grad parties right now. But I LIVE my job, and when an article like this is posted and it makes it sound all sun-shiny and recession proof, well, that tells me that someone did not do their homework.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
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