I'm drinking a 8.50 glass of really crappy CabSav and am finished with the 1.5 days of interviewing. I don't feel overly interviewed (but utterly exhausted) after all of it because they talked more than I did for the most part (I'm not sure if that's good or bad). I feel like I met some interesting people. I don't know if that's a good or bad sign. I felt a lot better about the position up until I was getting into the cab, and the guy told me that I was one of three candidates, and that I would hear from him Friday or Monday. He told me that he wanted to leave no stone unturned. That comment just inserted a storm cloud into my blue skies.
I thought it went well. But, now I'm wondering if it did, in fact, go well. I guess this is where faith kicks in. Persistence enters stage left. I think I'd enjoy the school and would be a good fit. It was far more laid-back than the last school at which I interviewed last. It was unpretentious. The school motto is even (gasp) in English... not translated Latin. Classes are short, which is a good thing in my book. One teacher I spoke with said, "I like this school because I'm treated like I'm a professional, who I am."
I'm concerned because I'm probably one of the more expensive candidates. The guy spoke about how much using the teacher placement service cost: 3-4k if they hire me. They'd probably also offer me housing (at no cost to me). On the other hand, a local wouldn't have any of those additional costs. Schools have budgets too; even very chihuahua ones.
Then again, there were some positives. They flew me in. I was a rower, and rowing coaches are hard to find. I've taught Language Arts, and there's a strong emphasis on writing in this course. They finger printed me for a background check. I have the same alma mater as the guy who interviewed me. People seemed to like me, but it's harder to tell with well-mannered people.
Regardless, come Monday, I exit this psychological limbo of possibility. I pray that I'm strong enough for both outcomes. Supporting two possible futures is sometimes overwhelming.
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Hey Joy, You're in my thoughts. Hope you get to do something fun this weekend.
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