WORK
So what happened into the lead up to Christmas?
Well it was all systems are go as I finally got my foot into a new job. Miraculously a job that I applied to at the end of October suddenly emailed me requesting me for an interview 3 days later. Of course I was overjoyed and turned up early, desperate to make a good impression. The worsening weather ruined my straightened hair and made my make up run and if that wasn't all they were less than impressed at my earliness. I also thought, as usual, my mouth ran away with itself and I was speaking incoherently, with no plan and no structure.
However, fast forward 18 hours and I was rudely awakened by a phone call. Half asleep I answered it and mumbled my words, only to find out that YES I HAVE A NEW JOB! Success!
This means that for 9hours a week I am a Shelving Assistant in the University Library.
For 4 hours of a week I am a note taker for the university.
That's 13 hours work...slowly getting to the normal 35 hours week.
On the odd occasion I may be asked to cover work shifts at the World Heritage Site, so that's maybe another 2 hours a month.
And so you can see a pattern developing...I am everywhere and nowhere! Especially as I had the cheek to write on my Personal Statement on my application form that this year I was attempting to secure a voluntary work placement in my local primary school, without bothering to do so. To prevent me breaking the trust of GTTR that everything on the personal statement is completely honest (and it really is) I had to go to the school and beg for placement. Turns out it doesn't take much begging to get a voluntary position in a school. They are desperate for more hands. And voila, I am now in the motion of getting my CRB to spend an afternoon in my local primary school. Another afternoon gone.
The PGCE Primary Education application itself has yet to get in touch with me regarding my place. So my plans for the next year are still very much in the air. I shall digress slightly about my interview for the PGCE. Again the weather would have it's wicked way, and hence the pour down and incredible wind speeds was very much in it's full power for me getting there in the morning. And again I was there very very early. Only my idiotic mind suggested that I ought not to turn up half an hour early - the staff themselves might not even be there right? So I stood outside in it, for 20mins. I must have looked a state. But I got in and started to relax, chatting away to other applicants and the people running the thing, even asking questions during the presentation. The woman even didn't recognise me as the girl that turned up with obscenities written on my face and still half-cut at a lecture in first year, in which I almost failed my elective module in the subject I'm considering doing a post-grad in! So all seemed good and like a dream. In fact I even got the guy I wanted for an interview - a wizened but very friendly fellow.
And so you can see a pattern developing...I am everywhere and nowhere! Especially as I had the cheek to write on my Personal Statement on my application form that this year I was attempting to secure a voluntary work placement in my local primary school, without bothering to do so. To prevent me breaking the trust of GTTR that everything on the personal statement is completely honest (and it really is) I had to go to the school and beg for placement. Turns out it doesn't take much begging to get a voluntary position in a school. They are desperate for more hands. And voila, I am now in the motion of getting my CRB to spend an afternoon in my local primary school. Another afternoon gone.
The PGCE Primary Education application itself has yet to get in touch with me regarding my place. So my plans for the next year are still very much in the air. I shall digress slightly about my interview for the PGCE. Again the weather would have it's wicked way, and hence the pour down and incredible wind speeds was very much in it's full power for me getting there in the morning. And again I was there very very early. Only my idiotic mind suggested that I ought not to turn up half an hour early - the staff themselves might not even be there right? So I stood outside in it, for 20mins. I must have looked a state. But I got in and started to relax, chatting away to other applicants and the people running the thing, even asking questions during the presentation. The woman even didn't recognise me as the girl that turned up with obscenities written on my face and still half-cut at a lecture in first year, in which I almost failed my elective module in the subject I'm considering doing a post-grad in! So all seemed good and like a dream. In fact I even got the guy I wanted for an interview - a wizened but very friendly fellow.
And so the group task begun and I used the incredible line of 'I think there's a quote in the Main Library here, that there is no other place you could be in one place but in all four corners of the world, and I think that's what teaching does...it makes the world accessible to you.'. Unfortunately I think that sent ripples around the group and caused a comment of 'we were corny during that' which I'm sure was aimed at me. But I ignored it. In fact I felt like I'd take the Elixr of Luck and thought 'this is what I have to do, it makes sense'. So when I was sat in the independent interviews I was full on confident, including joking and straying from the subject. Overall it seemed like it was a meeting over a cup of coffee in Starbucks (other coffee shops are available) rather than a meeting which may affect the rest of my life. I even shocked myself by listening to myself and in the process persuading me that I DID want to do this. But due to my relaxed nature I found myself mentioning taboo concepts such as 'the naughty table' and things that even child protection would flinch at. But overall I thought I did well. Naturally this could be my high mind frame of feeling invincible. We shall see...
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