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A Chance

Although I did not have to sub today, I decided not to go back to bed after taking Rooster to school.

Instead, I got showered and dressed and made my way to the high school.

I was on a mission – to talk to the principal and make sure my name stayed on her mind when looking at applicants for teaching positions.

We had a frank discussion, and I walked away with an understanding of why I am not getting the positions I interview for.

Lack of experience.

It has nothing to do with my education or personality.

Simply put, other applicants with 10-12 years of teaching experience are beating me out.

To make matters worse, because of the state’s standards and the accountability each school is held to, administrators are hesitant to take a chance on a first-year teacher.

Now, I am all for accountability.  As a parent, I demand it.

However, this accountability is coming at a cost…and a personal one at that.

This accountability is preventing me, along with other teacher candidates, from getting our feet in the door.

Who’s to say that I’m not the next Anne Sullivan, a miracle worker of sorts, ready to throw open the doors of impressionable minds eager to learn.

I’ve been told that the right niche hasn’t been found for me.

That makes me feel like an odd bird…one without a nest or chicklets to take care of.

I wish that I could take some of the love that overflows from my heart and translate it into years of experience.  Surely that must count for something.

I have seen so many teachers who are burned out.  I wish they would change jobs…open up the way for those of us who are fresh…ready to take on 90 kids…eager to face each day.

I just want a chance.