I attended the SCUSD Intern Program information meeting last night.
I SO want into this program, for a ton of reasons. I'll be working very hard on my application. I will know by the middle of May, meaning that if I'm accepted, I'll have four reasons to celebrate this May/June: My 35th birthday/X-Men III (same day, so same celebration for THIS X-Geek), my graduation, my first wedding anniversary, and being an actual teacher.
I just want to avoid teaching at Burbank. I can make it work if I have to, but I have reasons to not want to belong to the English department there, and it has NOTHING to do with the students. There's a teacher there whom I do not trust to remain professional and not be a complete bitch to me (we used to have friends in common and she's always disliked me for pretty bullshit reasons*), and I don't need that shite.
* There are, I admit, several legitimate reasons to dislike me. The fact I misspoke one day while a)drinking, and b)trying to defend the profession I was not yet part of, but on my way to, is not one of them. I'm sure she has other reasons to hate me now, but it began with that one stupid evening.
I SO want into this program, for a ton of reasons. I'll be working very hard on my application. I will know by the middle of May, meaning that if I'm accepted, I'll have four reasons to celebrate this May/June: My 35th birthday/X-Men III (same day, so same celebration for THIS X-Geek), my graduation, my first wedding anniversary, and being an actual teacher.
I just want to avoid teaching at Burbank. I can make it work if I have to, but I have reasons to not want to belong to the English department there, and it has NOTHING to do with the students. There's a teacher there whom I do not trust to remain professional and not be a complete bitch to me (we used to have friends in common and she's always disliked me for pretty bullshit reasons*), and I don't need that shite.
* There are, I admit, several legitimate reasons to dislike me. The fact I misspoke one day while a)drinking, and b)trying to defend the profession I was not yet part of, but on my way to, is not one of them. I'm sure she has other reasons to hate me now, but it began with that one stupid evening.