Friday morning I had another job interview. This one was in my current district, but at a traditional calendar. The principal emailed me late on Tuesday night, and called again Wednesday morning when I was teaching. When I finally was able to get back in touch, the principal was insanely anxious to get me in to interview to the point of asking me to skip my ESL class to come in. I couldn’t do that as it was my first night of class. We scheduled an appointment for Friday before school.
Friday morning, I was racing to get out of the house. I was running late, my hair looked lame and I was wearing the bare minimum of make-up. Ironically, I had a good chunk of it all packed up for a make-up job that I was doing after school. Kaeson had been up all night with a fever. I couldn’t let him go to school, but I couldn’t stay home with him. I finally figured out care for him, and ran to the appointment, feeling a little worse for wear, oh and toting an 8 year old along with me. HA! Welcome to my life!
So, the school was a little different. You could walk into the school, but then buzz the office to come in. You then had to stand in front of a camera so they could take your picture. That was a little odd. The principal was running late, so I sat, talking with my son, outside my job interview (WHO DOES THAT?)
When I finally got into the meeting, we chatted for just a minute. He told me that he had one position left. It was a sixth grade position (mind you I am currently in second.) There would only be two teachers in that grade. The other teacher did her student teaching at that school last year, but took a job at a different school. She was a RIS (school lost funding) and was transferred back to where she did her student teaching. So, it would be me, and another teacher making a brand new team.
He finally told me that “in the spirit of full disclosure” that the school was going to be a Title One school (they get more funding, a bonus, but indicates a low income school.) and that they were going to be a Turn About School (Insane amount of data dives and a micromanaging type of leadership style.)
After our 6 minute interview, he said, “So, can we consider this a sealed deal?” I was a little shocked. I asked him if I take a little time to think it over because it would be a rather large change for me. He was REALLY hesitant to give me time, but said that he could give me until noon. I left with a lot of anxiety and didn’t know what to do.
To make a very long story short, I debated a lot, and consulted with coworkers and even my mom. I haven’t heard back from the interviews from last week, and I started to get concerned about next year.
However, finally I stopped worrying and calmed my little hiney down and slowed down to think. I finally came to the conclusion, that I like my job. I like where I am. I like my team and I am familiar with my curriculum. Even though it isn’t working with my family time wise, it is a good job. I don’t want to move positions until it significantly improves my situation. This job did not fall under classification.
When I sat back to think about it, it made no sense at all. The switch in curriculum would be an enormous and extremely difficult change. Being a team leader in a new school where I didn’t know the curriculum would be tough. Starting at a school at the beginning of a huge transition is always tough. In the end, I thought that not only would I not be making my situation significantly worse, I would be putting a huge amount of stress on myself. That is NOT what I need.
After I made that decision, my heart calmed and my mind went to ease. I wrote a letter of thanks, but no and was happy about it. I haven’t ever declined a job offer. There is a first time for everything. It was extremely empowering to say no to something that wasn’t right for me. I was strangely happy about that.
So, I did what anyone would do in that situation. I celebrated my not accepting a job, and doing what was best for ME, but doing what anyone in my position would do. I bought a Diet Coke and a HUGE chocolate chip cookie and went to play with make-up. What better ending can you have to a story.