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So, I’ve been a little quiet lately.

And by quiet I obviously mean radio silent.

I last posted while on a prep period at MDS. I had just had a wonderful day of supply teaching, then after I wrote that post I picked up my sweet girl from our sitter and headed home.

Shortly after I got home my phone rang. Out of the blue I was offered an interview at a school I hadn’t taught at in two years. Two days later I drove to the school, quickly said hello to a friend that works  there, and made my way to the office. For the first time, I was given the interview questions in advance, and they were (by far) the hardest interview questions I have ever encountered. I had fifteen minutes to prep, then off I went.

I felt like my interview went okay, but I wasn’t feeling terribly confident. Luckily I didn’t have much time to dwell on it as the Hubster’s mom flew in the next day… which also happened to be my darling Ruby’s first birthday. Time flew, and suddenly it was Friday and as we were waiting to be seated at the Mandarin my phone rang. I knew it would be the school calling, and I braced myself for the rejection call.

Except that it didn’t come. The usual “I’m sorry but you were not the successful candidate…” line that I expected was replaced with “I would love to offer you this position”. I was so shocked I didn’t even know what to say, but I somehow stumbled through the call and what was supposed to just be a meal out turned into a celebration.

I started teaching immediately, and for three weeks I taught grade 9 and 10 English in the afternoon as the teacher I was replacing went down to part time before her maternity leave. After March Break I switched to full-time and added Grade 12 University English to the list.

It took me about a month to really believe that this job was real, and even as I am surrounded by mountains of marking, I sometimes still can’t believe it’s really true.

It took me four long years to land my first LTO… but it feels so good to be back in a classroom.

My classroom. It’s incredibly busy, sometimes stressful, and I constantly wrestle with guilt over how little time I now get to spend with my wee-bean… but it’s amazing.

I love my school. I have wonderful students. My department is amazing. I can honestly say that (aside from the mountain of marking that comes with Grade 12 English) I have absolutely no complaints.

I love my job.

While it makes me a little sad that I no longer get to spend the day with my small girl, I treasure the moments we have together as a family. She is… perfect. Right now she is rocking an amazing curly mullet, her smile lights up her entire face and she runs everywhere (and is into everything!). She is such a happy baby (can I still call her that?) and sometimes I honestly can’t believe that I am lucky enough to be her mom.

So, that’s where I’ve been. Work & spending time with my loves. I have to wake up at 5:30 every day to make it to work on time, so I’m usually a little brain dead by 8pm.

Which doesn’t really leave me much time for writing.

But I do think about it and miss writing all the time, and I’m going to try and work it in. I finally feel like I’ve found my rhythm with my classes, so I’m hoping it will be a little easier to weave back into my schedule.

Despite a rough start, 2013 is shaping up to be a much better year than I expected. :)

Yesterday I took the wee-bean to an appointment, then we went and picked up a few groceries. I tried to stay busy, but I couldn’t help but watch the clock as the minutes ticked by.

And then, as the clock struck three… my maternity leave ended and I was officially back at work.

I am returning to work as an occasional teacher, which I’m actually kind of excited about. The mini-LTO I had before I took my leave was an amazing opportunity, but supply teaching allows me to ease back into work in ways that full-time teaching never could. For the time being, I am only working a couple of days a week, and I love that I have no prep or marking to do in the evenings.

Which means I can hang out with my wee-bean and not feel the least bit guilty. :)

So, while I half expected my phone to ring right at 3pm, I was sort of glad that it didn’t. And when three hours had passed, I began to wonder if my first day of actual work would be delayed somewhat.

Of course, in that moment my phone rang and I found myself fumbling my way through the automated system that I was unfamiliar with trying to get the details for a job. Once I figured things out, I accepted a morning assignment to teach history at a local school. I was slightly puzzled as there wasn’t a teacher’s name attached to the assignment, just a subject and school.

For those of you unfamiliar with the supply teaching world, in my board when you are called for an assignment, they usually tell you the school, subject and name of who you’ll be covering. That way, when you walk into the office, you can say, “Holla! I’m in for so-and-so”. (Or something like that. ha) Then the secretary hands you your lesson plans or directions for the day and off you go.

In the two years that I have been supply teaching, I have never not had a teacher’s name. So, of course on my first day back as I am learning this new automated system, I get an assignment with no name. Ugh. It figures, considering  my history with first days has not been… perfect. Interesting, but not perfect.

Anyway. I digress.

If I’m being totally honest, I was a bit bummed that a) it wasn’t at my favourite school (where I spent most of my time last year); and b) I had to work at all. (ha)

However, I accepted the assignment and spent most of last night fretting and trying to put all the pieces of my super supply bag back in order.

My before-work morning routine was hectic before I had the wee-bean, so I was a bit stressed about trying to balance everything and still make it out the door on time to get her to the sitter and me to my job.

Things work out as they always do, and despite being a few minutes late and awful traffic, I got her dropped off and made it to school with a few minutes to spare.

So, I sat in my car and stared at the doors of a school I hadn’t entered in nearly a year and tried to remember all the tricks I had had in my arsenal before my maternity leave. Finally I took a deep breath and walked in.

Walking into the school felt like embracing an old friend that you haven’t seen in a while. I was immediately energized by the hum of school activity before first period begins, and it felt so good to walk down those hallways again. The office was prepared for me despite my not knowing who I was in for, and I found myself staring at a schedule for my dream morning: first period prep and one period of grade 10 History.

*swoon*

I settled into the teacher’s desk with a book, excited for an hour of quiet uninterrupted reading.

…which was of course interrupted fifteen minutes later with a request that I cover another class during my prep. haha! Seeing as I had absolutely nothing to prepare, I happily accepted and spent first period wrangling a bunch of antsy grade nine boys as they sat through a long, long lesson about library resources.

Then I found myself standing at the front of a room full of loud, excited grade 10 students, waiting for me to begin their class.

(Of course by “waiting” I mean completely ignoring me as they hashed out all the latest gossip.)

In that moment I felt that same old rush of adrenaline, and as I got their attention and successfully got them working on their task for the day, my love for this profession hit me with full force. I had been awaiting my return to work with such trepidation as I love my life at home with Ruby… but today I was reminded that I became a teacher for a reason.

Because I love it.

Well, as I left my last job post at an awkward place I thought I should probably begin my holiday post schedule with details on where I’ve been all month!

I mentioned in my last post that I received the call for the job at 8pm on a Thursday night, and I started work the next morning. I didn’t really know what to expect, but as I have done other short-term extended supply work before I assumed it would be similar. In those situations, I was basically just a proxy for the regular teacher–a licensed teacher in the room for legal purposes. In every other scenario I’ve been in, I either had lesson plans pre-made for me, or I was given the materials and I just worked with what I had. I was still able to communicate with the teacher, and all marking went home to them–not with me.

This time? Not so much.

I walked in at my regular time on Friday morning to find utter chaos on this man’s desk. Not only were there no instructions or plans, I couldn’t even piece together what the previous supply teachers had done as no one had left any coherent notes.

Another teacher in the department came into the room seconds later and looked from me to the pile on the desk and just began apologizing. He quickly told me that this teacher had already been out for two weeks, not one, and that I was the fourth supply teacher to come in during that time.

*face palm*

Oh, and that he had absolutely no idea what the kids had been doing for the last 2 – 3 weeks. No one did. He handed me a pile of photocopied ISU (Independent Study Unit) handouts for my classes as a peace offering, then told me just to take the day to talk to the kids and figure out where they were. He guessed that my two periods of Grade  9 English were somewhere in Romeo and Juliet, and that my Grade 10 English class might be just finishing To Kill a Mockingbird. He then apologized again and hurried off to prep for his own classes.

I looked at the clock–8:25am. I had 15 minutes to try and plan out my day. I quickly shuffled through the mess of attendance sheets, handouts and marking that littered the desk looking for something that I could use as a guide, but the most detailed notes I found were “Great day. No problems.” left from a teacher three days previous. Feeling wholly unprepared and a little nervous, I made my way over to the classroom to begin the day.

As the bell rang for each class, it quickly became apparent that these kids had ruled their classroom for the last two weeks. There was no semblance of a seating plan, they had forgotten all concept of  listening when the teacher was speaking, and most were blatantly sitting & texting on their cell phones while I explained their new situation. One kid even sat down with a bucket of greasy chicken and ate his lunch in the middle of my class.

I quickly made a decision: deal with the lessons first, and the behaviors second.

In each class I explained to the kids that I was going to be their new teacher until the end of the semester. As I had been in with these classes before they all knew me and (for the moment) were okay with the decision. As I began to piece together what they had been doing for the last two weeks I learned that they had basically been a complete waste. My Grade 9s were indeed in their Romeo and Juliet unit, but when I asked them to show me where they were in the play in their books, they all looked at me blankly. A few began offering plot points to me, which raised my first red alarm. So, I asked:

“How have you been studying the play so far?”

My heart sank a little when a student told me that they had been watching not one, but two versions of the film, and that they were in different places in each movie. I’m trying hard not to judge, but the teacher before me (who claimed to be an English teacher) decided that it would be easier to show not one, but two versions to take up some time. So, my kids knew all about Leonardo Dicaprio and basic plot points, but when I asked them about themes, language, and literary devices they all looked at me like I had grown a second head. I immediately made them all take out their books and we began backtracking and learning how to read Shakespeare as this was their first time ever being exposed to it.

My grade 10 class was no better. They had indeed finished their To Kill a Mockingbird unit… two weeks ago. They should have been well into their Shakespeare unit, but instead had spent two weeks fiddling around with their essays for TKAM… which were still no where near done when I arrived. I told them that they had until Monday to get it in to me. Period. They too were used to running the room and I knew I’d have to do a major overhaul come Monday morning.

At the end of the day I wearily sank into my chair and realized the extent of what I had signed up for. In all my classes, the ISU units had not even been introduced, let alone started. I was basically starting at square one with all three Shakepseare units.

…and there were only 5.5 teaching weeks until the exam.

To say I was stressed is an understatement. I already knew that the first two weekends in December were booked–my aunt was visiting the same night I started working and I had book club on the first weekend, and the Hubster’s mom flew in to see us the next.

…and then I discovered the marking. I wasn’t told what happened to the teacher I replaced, and I still don’t have a clue. All I know is that he basically had to drop everything to take a leave of absence, and that no one is really in contact with him. If ever I absolutely need something, I have to go to my department head who then makes arrangements to get in touch with this man. On my second day there, my grade 9s asked me when they would be getting their essays back.

…essays?

I soon found out that they had handed in essays to their teacher, who had taken them with him (unmarked) when he left. This is another story all in itself, but by day three I had three sets of class essays to mark that I hadn’t assigned… along with  a pile of other things that had been left or collected in his absence.

As far as the behaviors go, I laid down the new laws on day two. No more cell phones in class. Period. If I’m talking / teaching, they are not. Only healthy snacks in my classroom. And new seating plans… glorious new seating plans. I didn’t win many friends that day, but I did begin to see their respect. I also abandoned the films for Romeo and Juliet, much to their dismay. We backtracked through the first two acts, then began reading the play in Act III. The poor kids had no idea how to navigate through the language, and as they continued to ask every day when we’d be watching the movies again, I let them know that the films were there to help them understand after reading, not before.

Besides, they had already seen most of them anyway. *sigh*

I’ve now been teaching for three weeks, and I’m just beginning to feel like I’m getting my bearings. I’m still very nervous for January as I have no idea how I’m going to fit everything in before the exam, but I know I can handle it. The hard part is knowing that those two weeks before I came in were just… wasted. Each week is precious in teaching time, and now I know I have to really push the kids just to make sure they have what they need to be successful on their exam.

So, I’m still muddling through things as I figure everything out, and new surprises crop up every other day. On my first “official” day of the assignment, I learned that I also had caf duty for the week and a staff meeting. My department has been wonderful though, and my department head continues to reassure me that I’m doing a good job and helps me in whatever way he can.

Do I regret taking the assignment? No. I wish I had known exactly what I was walking into when I started, but I still love this school with all my heart. My only reservation is that in less than a week I’ll be 9 months pregnant and the countdown to my due date will really be on.I just didn’t expect this kind of work this late in my pregnancy–I mean, really now, I was 8 months pregnant when I was offered the job. I was so sure that I’d be on daily supply until my maternity leave that I boxed up all my teaching books and sold my desk.

(The Hubster loves that I have since completely taken over our kitchen table with piles of marking and prep work. ha.)

It just goes to show that you can never really know when an amazing teaching opportunity will pop up. I am thrilled that I’m able to have this experience before I venture into motherhood… it’s just stressful knowing that I am now responsible for whether or not these kids pass or fail.  I feel like I have so little time to teach them what they need.

But, such is life. So, I take each day at a time and hope for the best.

And hope that this little wee-bean likes my belly enough to stay in there until the job ends on January 31st!

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, and each day I left before 3pm and had my evenings completely free.

But there is one school in my board that I knew I would never turn down. It’s my happy place–my “Cinderella” school. You see, for me supply teaching is a bit like shoe shopping. I get to walk in and “try on” different schools to see if it’s a good fit. There are many schools that I love going to, and many that I would absolutely dread spending even half a day at.

And then there’s MDS: My Dream School. In my first few months of supply teaching I was getting calls all over my board as no one school knew who I was yet. As I slowly ticked all the high schools off my list, I realized that there were only a few schools that I had yet to be called to, and MDS was one of them.  I had worked almost 6 months before I got my first call there, and as soon as I walked through the doors I had my Cinderella moment: it was a perfect fit. It was like that moment when the prince’s attendant finally slides the glass slipper onto Cinderella’s foot and it fits so perfectly–this school and I fit together the same way.

After that first random call, I began to be requested there on a regular basis, to the point where I would spend full weeks there just hopping between departments and teachers. I got to know the English department very well, and was often specifically requested by the department head.

This fall has been no different. Early on in the semester I began to be requested at MDS again, and loved spending every moment there. As the wee-bean continued to grow and I began to feel the effects of my second and third trimester, I was very grateful to be supply teaching as the work load was very light. Aside from a few random calls to schools I don’t often go to, I spent a lot of time at my lovely MDS.

On Monday, November 28th I woke up early as I hadn’t yet received a call from dispatch for work. I went through the motions to get ready, and when my phone did ring shortly after 7am with a call to go spend the day at my second favourite school, I happily accepted. This school is right around the corner from me and has the latest start time in my board, so I enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and took my time getting ready.

Shortly before 8am my phone rang again. I didn’t recognize the number, but I answered it anyway. I was shocked to find the  secretary at MDS on the other end. Our conversation went something like this:

Gina: “Hi Shop Girl! Sorry to call you at home, but did you receive a call from dispatch this morning?”

Me: “I did, but it was for another school. Why?”

Gina: “Oh, that makes me SO mad!  Did they even tell you about the request I put in for you?”

Me: “No… what request?”

(I should mention that our school board is one of the few boards in the province that still has real people calling from dispatch. We’re not automated yet.)

Gina: “I put in a request to have you come in and work all week for Mr. S. He’s quite ill and is out all week. I can’t understand why they didn’t give it to you, as soon as I saw he was out I knew you’d be perfect for it as his kids already know you. There’s something weird going on here. I’m going to get the principal to look into it.”

So, I immediately begin trying to find a way to get the assignment, but she let me know that it had already been filled by someone she had never had into the school before. She apologized for the mix-up and promised to figure out what happened before letting me go.

To say I was upset would be putting things mildly. I was mad that I had missed out on a full week of work at my favourite school, and I was furious at dispatch for not even telling me about it. I went to off to work in a rather foul mood.

I was able to put it out of my head as the week progressed, and my second favourite school actually kept me incredibly busy. I worked every day, and on Wednesday night my phone rang again. Dispatch called and let me know that I had been requested to work at MDS on Friday–in for the same teacher I had previously been requested for. I thought it was a bit odd as the original assignment had been for a full week and it had been filled by someone else, but I happily accepted.

While I was working at another school on Thursday, Gina called and left a message on my cell asking if I could tentatively leave Monday open as well as they weren’t sure when this teacher (Mr. S) would be returning. It meant turning down a job at my second favourite school, but I was happy to do it.

That night (December 1st) I went home and was puttering around my house like I always do. I was sitting at my computer when my phone rang shortly after 8pm. It was dispatch again.

Dispatch: “Hi Shop Girl, I have a request for you at MDS.”

Me: “Oh, great!”

Dispatch: “I’m sure you already know this, but you’ve been requested to cover for Mr. S at MDS from December 2nd – January 31st.”

Me: “…pardon me? Did I hear that correctly??”

Dispatch: “Oh! I guess they haven’t spoken with you yet. They’d like you to come in for this teacher until the end of the semester. Will you accept the assignment?”

Me (absolutely flabbergasted): “Oh course! Thank you!!”

I hung up and sat at the table staring at my phone for a moment before I dashed off to find the Hubster. We were both floored by what had just happened, but I was beyond excited. I wasn’t sure how it was going to work, but I had just been handed a two-month position at my all-time favourite school, and I started the next day.

After the initial rush of excitement died down a little, I realized that this job was going to take me very close to my due date, with just a 5-day window. It worried me a little, but I knew everything would work out. I was just dying for details.

So, the next morning I woke up early, packed my teacher bag and headed off to work.

I had absolutely no idea what I was walking in to…