The
line was long. Not around the corner long. More like around the corner and out
into the parking lot long. I had just received my CBEST results and the two
week long strike finally ended so I went down to The District to apply to be a
substitute. That would allow me more time to volunteer at my church. I figured
I would be done by lunch.
After
three hours in line and just getting a view of the front door, I was seriously
thinking about coming back another day. But, by that time it had become more of
a quest than just applying for a job. So I hung in there. We hadn’t quite
reached the state of delirium yet so no one was really in a talking mood.
Just
before lunchtime I made it to the front. No one had been able to confirm for me
that this was actually the line to apply to become a substitute. When I asked
the lady a the first desk, she said, “No, this is the line to apply for the
District Internship Program. Next week is for substitutes.” I almost screamed.
But, the nice lady asked to see my paperwork. She suggested I apply for the
program. If they hired me I could teach with an emergency credential and then
take the NTE (National Teachers Exam). Plus, I would get full benefits right
away. I figured I had stood in line for three plus hours already, so why not
spend a few more minutes filling out the rest of the paper work. God works in
mysterious ways.
Three
day later I stepped out of the building a District Intern. One week of training
and two weeks later I was teaching my very first class.
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