As a recent graduate, looking for a job proved to be quite a difficult task. I double majored in political science and Latin American studies and I found that anywhere I looked into applying kept giving me the same story: "Thanks for applying but we're not sure if we have funding for this position." Oh really? Well then, thank you for wasting my time and gas on making it out here to hear that. Anyways, I ended up randomly applying to a job at a local preschool for a position directing their Spanish language program. After interviewing in August, I got a call in December asking me if I was still looking for a job and if I wanted the position. To this day, I'm not sure if my boss heard the desperation in my reply when I accepted. I figured, preschool Spanish, I can handle this. Having health coverage doesn't sound terrible either.
I should clarify that I'm teaching in an area that is relatively affluent and breeds tens of thousands of annoying overachievers. Thinking preschool children would be unaffected by this, I went in on my first day.
I left that day questioning whether or not I was actually qualified to be teaching these kids. My school apparently feeds directly into the ideals of overachieving yuppies and my kids were well on their way to becoming the future owners of the world. I've entertained a couple of my friends with valuable quotes and stories and now I want to entertain the rest of the interweb. Here are my tales of being a preschool nothing.
