Teaching*
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The Job* (Part 1)
I have been happily supply teaching in my school board for the last year and a half. I somehow lucked into a perfect position where I was primarily back and forth between my two favourite schools, and 90% of my work calls were made days in advance. I often worked 3.5 – 4 days a week which was perfect for me, especially now in my large and pregnant state. If I’m being perfectly honest, I loved life as a supply teacher so much that I had moments where I wasn’t even sure if I wanted a full-time position. My lessons were always created and prepped for me, there was no marking,…
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…is she pregnant?
One of my favourite aspects of being a pregnant substitute teacher is the looks I get from the staff in schools I don’t regularly go to. You see, in my mind there is no mistaking that I’m pregnant. Thus far I’ve managed to keep my weight gain and growth within a healthy limit and the only really noticeable expansion has been in my belly. If someone was looking at me from behind I could see how there could be some questions, but when you look at me head on I think: “BABY!” …apparently not. haha A little while ago I was called to go to a school that I have…
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A Hard Day*
I cried today. Actually, I cried twice today. And if you want to get really technical, I cried twice at work today. Before the first bell even rang. *sigh* It was one of those days. I didn’t get a call for work last night, so I assumed that I’d be off today. I always get up and get ready for work anyway, but today my heart was only half in it. My back was still bothering me, and I really wanted a day to veg and go thrift shopping–basically just have a “me” day. As the Hubster and I were sitting eating breakfast at 7:20 this morning, my phone rang.…
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When it rains, it pours*
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Surviving a Day of Substitute Teaching*
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a post about why I chose to become a teacher in Ontario. The truth is, in this current job market, it wasn’t a one-time choice. It’s a choice I continue to make every day. I choose to get up and wait each morning for a call to work, and on the days when the call doesn’t come, I choose to look at a day off as an opportunity or luxury that I wouldn’t otherwise have if I was working full-time. Really though, I know I’m pretty fortunate. The days that I do get calls far outnumber the days that I don’t. Sometimes I’m…
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The Worst Day*
Flu: 2 — Shop Girl: 0. I thought I had kicked this beast, but last night it reared it’s ugly head once again. I barely slept, but I already had a call for today so I woke up on time and started getting ready with every intention of going to work. By 7:15am I knew there was no way that I could go to work. I called in, curled up on the couch and did what any sick kid would do: I called my mom. She told me that the flu can come and go for about a week and assured me that I’m not dying. From there I knew…