That’ll Teach Me

Wednesday, June 13th, 2007 • 1 Comment on That’ll Teach Me

Over the past few days I have been putting together my application package for an adjunct teaching position at the community college.  It’s a nightmare to fill out such applications, which ask for your entire employment and education history.  When you combine my non-traditional academic track with my non-traditional employment history and several military moves over the past seventeen years, it makes for a confusing resume.  However, I’m just about finished with it and ready to pop it in the mail so I can move on with my life.

Teaching is one of those things people have always told me I should do and I have always resisted pursuing.  I don’t know why.  Stubborn, probably.  When I was in high school, I didn’t want to be stereotyped as the girl most likely to be a teacher.  When I was older, I didn’t feel smart enough to teach anyone anything.  I don’t know that I’m smart enough now, but my credentials suggest I’m qualified.  Plus, the geeky teacher label doesn’t bother me quite as much as it used to.

Anyone remember “Hot for Teacher?” 

*wink*

Posted by Kristina in Musings
  • Alana says:

    Hi K. Oh heck. I’ve filled out more teaching apps than I care to remember. It’s tedious. Congratulations on finishing the darn thing. grin

    I assume you don’t need health insurance or to earn a living wage. That sounds shitty. I don’t mean it that way; promise. It’s just I never made ends meet as an adjunct, and never got health insurance for me or the kiddo. The poorest I’ve ever been was when I was an adjunct instructor. I went on food stamps and Kiddo had to get his health insurance through the state.

    It makes no sense to me. :-(

    Teachers rarely earn what they deserve.

    Listen, just promise me you won’t let them overwork you. Underpay you, that’s a given. Overworked, dangerous possibility.

    That aside, you’ll make a splendid teacher. The students, and the college, are lucky to have you. Seriously.

    BTW: Beware the cute twenty-something boy students who gaze at you with wide aroused eyes and smile at you all through your lecture then linger after class to ask meaningless questions. These boys, they’re . . . tempting. grin

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