I love Saturdays. While I was working my crap part-time job, having a Saturday free was a rare treat. My manager didn’t like working them, and I almost always had to. If I wanted a weekend off, I had to book it weeks in advance, and it was bad form to book more than one off in a six week period. When I finally quit in August, it took me a long time to get used to having my Saturdays free. I’m terrible at sleeping in–my internal alarm clock is always set to 6:08am–but it’s so nice to laze around in bed until 8am and not feel like I have…

This week has felt incredibly long. It was busy, stressful, hopeful, then it was just plain exhausting. I’m so ready for this weekend. So, I mentioned yesterday that I didn’t get the job I interviewed for on Tuesday. I spent most of last night shifting between moods of utter disappointment and anger, and I really just didn’t want to write about it. But here is what happened… I actually taught at the same school yesterday afternoon. It was a great day, and of course I poked my head into the office to see if I could spy on the principal, but her door was shut tight the entire time I…

Today I had my first “real” interview. Last Thursday I applied for an English LTO position (Long Term Occasional–until the end of June) at one of my favourite schools, and like the other 150+ applications that I’ve sent out over the last two years, I didn’t expect a response. I had long ago accepted that my resumes were being sent out into oblivion–being lost in the shuffle of the 300 applications that could come in for one job. So, naturally when I got the call to come in for an interview, I was a little overwhelmed. I spent all of last night and this morning stressing myself out preparing and…

When I got home from work today, there was a message blinking on my answering machine. As I listened, I heard a lady from one of my two favourite high schools telling me that they would like me to come in for an interview. Tomorrow. *cue stress-induced freak-out* I’ve spent the last several hours reviewing every teaching interview question known to man, and I’m trying really hard not to become a complete stress case. I hate interviews. I’m not good at them. So, I’m trying hard to be as prepared as I can be, in the short amount of time that I have. But the thing is, underneath it all…

Today one of my students asked me if I lived under a rock. As my students completed the assignment they were working on, their computer screens began wandering to a variety of different websites and games. Most were playing QWOP, a new obsession I see in every computer lab I teach in. Others were looking at prom dresses, and one group of students were reading a website and laughing hysterically. I try to be extra observant when students have free time on the computers, just so I can make sure they aren’t doing something completely inappropriate online. When I heard the laughter, I made my way over to see what…