I’ve had my shiny piece of paper and my official piece of paper (ie the ones that say I can get paid to teach the young of Australia) for a few months now … not so useful over the six-week summer holiday, but I had them none-the-less.
I knew I was holding my options back a bit when I ticked that I would only work within easy distance of where I live on my teaching job application form (I’ve already done country service for the Qld government and it really doesn’t work out for us very well). I also ticked the “part time” preference box as I thought I’d need to be “around” as my baby boy settled into school (I needn’t have worried – he all but shoved me out the door on his second day of school … after he built the prison that is).
So I didn’t get a job offer this year. I’m OK with that. Especially given that only 10% of education graduates got jobs this year (‘onya Qld government for again showing a complete lack of forward planning and organisation on that score).
I’m OVER everybody asking if I’ve “got work yet” then smiling sympathetically when I say “no”. I’ve even started adding that I not only graduated with distinction but I topped my course and got an award and that not many graduates got jobs this year, in order to combat the unwanted sympathy.
I’ve had a week and a half of unwanted sympathy and I’m OVER it. *I* know why I *needed* to be around to settle my children into school and I’m happy with my decision. *I* know why I decided to stop being a scientist (who used to get to do cool stuff in rainforests and on farms) and why I wanted to be a teacher (for a start, you get far more appreciation as a teacher). But *they* project their own agendas onto me and don’t see that for me, My Kids Come First. I will always put their needs on top of work. Always.
But …. all the sympathetic smiles started the little voice inside me that says “what if your career change isn’t going to work out?”. I hate that voice. That voice undermines my self-esteem and makes me feel like my IQ has plummeted.
So it was wonderful to get *three* phone calls today asking me to work at Swanky Girls School next week. I feel like I’m off the starting blocks 🙂 I feel like my work on prac at Swanky Girls School was appreciated.
…and best of all, that stupid little voice has stopped.
…..hmmm better start looking over some maths and science stuff before next week then……