Things a Teacher Does (High School Edition)

In trying to find temporary employment that might lead to full-time employment as a military spouse, I have found my skill set to be quite specific. One potential employer that I was seeking a clerical position from said this as his entry into discussion of hiring me: "Well, it looks like you should really just be a teacher."

Well, let me tell you. I decided my resume needed a different presentation if I wanted to be hired as something other than a teacher (because, let's be honest, who is going to hire a teacher in May if she's not staying past September?).

I began with a "mental dump" of my responsibilities each day at school. I tried to use "resume language," but I think this giant list does look a lot like what was going through my head at any given moment. The list (unedited) is as follows:

Spiraled and Caught

"These words are my own from my heart." -- Natasha Beddingfield


 When  did the times  change?
I see our with new eyes today.
Where do the smiles hide?
 Now the wind blows my thoughts away.

I thought I once knew everything--
 or really,  had learned SOME thing,
 Yet now I sit stunned,  silent,  in stupor
 As the scenes before my eyes  deeply sting.

I know things are good;
 Well, I think they are,  anyway.
 But somehow I'm saddened,
 More  distant than anything.

 When have my cares taken over my joys?
I lack the freedom I once had to breathe.
I feel the tightness,  the clenching  that's deep in my chest
 Which on ce used  to float and cavort out  with ease.

 I could make bold decisions  and leap for the chances
 For latr drives,  for movies,  for running,  for  dances,
 For pizza,  for fellowship,  for speaking,  for  leading.
 Now instead,  my soul is left pleading

 For renewal of vows of the inmost  degree,
 For promises and spirit,
 For some new sparked opportunities.

I feel like a shell that I'm spiraled  and caught
 That the world passes  by me with no single thought.

 That the world passes by me with

 No

 single


 thought.