Sixstrings wrote: How bad is it for teaching jobs out there? Perhaps if you're willing to relocate you could find a teaching job in another state. I would think a teacher should be able to find a job somewhere in another state. Some states are doing better by the way, like North Dakota. Alaska seems to need people. Texas maybe. It may come down to that, being willing to radically relocate.
I asked for advice, but there are two things I have to address here.
There is absolutely no way I'm going back to teaching. It's a profession that seems to attract the most piety people to it like moths to a flame. I don't want to sound like a misogynist, but it's a profession dominated by women and I couldn't help notice that most of the problems I've had there were instigated by women (e.g. going back and telling an administrator about something minor thing wrong I did and then turning it into a big deal). I also am kind of reluctant to leave Newark just yet. Mom turns 68 in September and she just had eye surgery. She might have to have surgery on the other eye soon. We are kind of lucky in that we had three generations living within four blocks of each other. My aunt, and two uncles live near mom, but they're all older than she is. So it fell to me to take here to the hospital and take care of her until she was better.
If you have friends or relatives in other states, you could try couch surfing for a while to see if you can find work in a new area. About teaching, have you thought of private schools? Might be more laid back, less stress, respectful students. Also maybe something like a Sylvan Learning Center (tutoring)...
Ok. That's another thing. I used to be the guy who helped everyone out, when I needed something, no one was around. I've had a lot of people that I thought
were friends, but weren't around when it really mattered.
Let me give you an example, just bear with me here:
Before I left Carlisle in 2007, I was subbing in four area districts: Mechanicsburg, Cumberland Valley, South Middleton, and Northern York. It was steady and I even got a job teaching Summer-school in South Middleton that July. Keep this in mind, as it plays a part later.
Back in December of 2009, I visited Carlisle after the semester ended at Clarion to see some friends and spend the evening with my friend's daughter (Some of you remember that I mentioned a rather unique mother and daughter that I'm friends with. Mom was working, so it was just the two of us). The daughter and I had just finished dinner and were about to hit a movie when she got a text. I drove her back home and it turned out that her great-grandmother had been rushed to the hospital. The mom shows up and everyone plans to head over to the hospital with her mother. The daughter froze after her mom asked if she wanted to come and kept looking at the ground. I figured the best thing at that point was for me to get out of the way and go back to the hotel. It was at this point that the mother stops me and says the following:
Mother: Could you stay with my daughter for a while?
Me: With all this going on, I don't want her to think she has to entertain me.
Mother: Well, it's best that someone stays with her instead of her sitting here by herself.
I agreed and wound up sitting up watching videos with the daughter until roughly two in the morning. I also stopped by the next afternoon to see how thing were going. I went back to NJ later that evening.
Flash-forward to the next March when I visited Carlisle again. I realised that I wasn't going to have a job after graduating Clarion and decided that subbing in the area again might be a good Plan-B. It was steady and would at least put money in my pocket. I explained my situation to the family I was friends with and asked if I could rent a room (or even a couch) from them. I wasn't asking for a handout and offered to pay them for a month. I also told them I would leave if subbing wasn't as steady as it was before. I was told they didn't have any room. I know it was a big favor to ask and it defeats the purpose of helping people out if you expect something from it, but it would be nice if a friend helped me out when I needed it.
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