I took a break from job hunting over the bank holiday weekend. I needed some time off from the stress and that horrible sick feeling I have low in my stomach whenever I think about September. I went to London to visit a friend and I had a great time sitting on her sofa and eating things, but now I'm back home and back at school, and job hunting is back on my mind.
I keep telling myself it's too early, it's only the beginning of May, and that I just haven't found the right school yet. Placement tutors, university mentors and my own mother (who is also a teacher) keep telling me I just have to wait, and that they're all sure I'll have a job in September.
Only, I've never been any good at waiting. Early May will rapidly slip into mid May and I have found a school that I thought was the right school, and I didn't get an interview.
I wish I could be as sure in myself as they are.
But I'll keep looking, and keep teaching. I've just started my second week of my final placement. And I love it. I'm in reception, and it's cemented the fact that I really wouldn't mind teaching year 1 or year 2, like I thought I might. And I can feel myself getting better every day. The practice is excellent and I'm learning lots from observing and teaching.
But still, the job hunt continues.
