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The New Job

This is the main entrance of the Randolph campus which houses the middle and upper schools (the lower school is on a separate campus). The original SPA building which houses the upper school is on the right. The middle school is to the left of the main entrance (out of frame).

This year I will be teaching eighth grade social studies at St. Paul Academy and Summit School in St. Paul, Minnesota.  I couldn’t be more thrilled… not only do I have a job, but I have a job that I’m really excited about!  Everybody I have met at SPA has been incredibly warm and welcoming.  (Aside: they pronounce each letter in the acronym, S-P-A, rather than pronouncing it as the word spa.) It’s hard to believe that just two weeks ago Sarah and I were considering the possibility of unemployment.  Moreover, we were fairly certain that if we did find jobs, they would be less-than-ideal… I was looking at some part-time tech jobs, Sarah was applying to every school in the state.

I have formally applied to only a few jobs in my life; typically I have worked at places where I was already a known quantity — any applications or interviews were just formalities.  This is partly because I tend to stick with jobs for a long time, but also because I have often found new jobs through a network of friends and colleagues.  In case I ever need to apply blindly for jobs again, I want to record the process I went through for this job.  If any blog readers are considering applying for jobs, perhaps you’ll find something useful here too.

Background

In late April, when I discovered that my California teaching credentials wouldn’t transfer to Minnesota, I was in a bind.  (For those who missed that newsflash, based on my undergraduate coursework I was only licensed to teach anthropology in Minnesota!)  All of my job hunting thus far had been aimed at the public schools (I naïvely assumed that my credentials would transfer), and I had been fairly confident that something would work out with a number of schools I had visited over spring break.  Suddenly, all of this work went down the drain.  With the master’s thesis deadline looming (and a zillion other things on the high priority to-do list) there was little time to research and apply to Minnesota private schools.

Enter Ken Simon and Anne Redmond.  Ken is a consultant based out of the Twin Cities who has been working with Oakland Unified for the past two years.  I had met him a number of times, but had no idea where he was from.  My principal, however, put two and two together and suggested that he talk to me.  He put me in touch with many of the public school principals that I met with over spring break and, after the licensing fiasco, recommended a number of private schools to consider, including St. Paul Academy where he had worked in the early ’90s.  Meanwhile Mark Redmond, an old friend from Oberlin, recommended that I contact his parents who both work at a private school in Minnesota.  His mother, Anne, was unbelievably generous with her time, giving me a long list of contacts at various schools and much useful advice.  Her many messages helped me proceed with confidence.  (Confidence is, I think, an intangible but essential ingredient of a successful job hunt.)

First Try

Based on Ken’s recommendation, I checked the St. Paul Academy website and saw a job listing for a high-school history position!  Dreamy!  I began by customizing my résumé.  I tend to tweak my résumé for each specific application.  All the versions (of which I have about a dozen) are largely the same, but I move bullet points around, emphasize certain things, change some references, etc.  In this case I think I emphasized my work with the Teaching American History Grant to showcase my commitment to teaching history.

Then came the cover letter.  Cover letters are quite painful for me.  I usually write a new one for every application, though sometimes I can recycle pieces of older ones.  In this case, I started from scratch.  In a relatively short letter (though I went over a page) I wanted to convey a lot:

  • my passion for teaching
  • my philosophy of education (or at least of history education)
  • how my professional background qualifies me for the position
  • how my personal background makes me a particularly good fit for the job

Finally, of course, I hoped that the letter would be a good example of my communication skills.  I was very aware that being a long-distant candidate would work against me, and that this letter would have to convince them to consider me for an interview.  (Sarah had been having a hard time landing interviews as a long-distance applicant — one principal even called to setup an interview and then changed her mind when she found out that Sarah was still in California!)  I spent four intensive days writing the best cover letter I could come up with.

On May 26 I submitted my application.  I continued my busy, busy life and waited.  On June 4, I received a very polite e-mail:

With so many superbly qualified candidates, we looked finally for the one whose background and qualifications gave us just the right “fit” for our exact needs. Although we were impressed with your experience, another candidate whose background is more closely suited to our current needs has been selected.

I knew it was a long shot, so I wasn’t surprised, but it was disappointing.

Second Try

I did, however, subscribe to the RSS feed from the job posting page at the school, just in case other jobs came up in the future.  Shortly after issuing my rejection letter, they posted the middle school social studies position.  (I have since learned that the high school position was filled internally by one of the eighth grade teachers, which opened up the middle school spot.)

SPA seeks candidates for the one year position of Middle School Social Studies Teacher.  The position is a .80 FTE and begins August  2010.  Candidates should possess the ability to teach social studies in the Middle School with an emphasis on 20th century history, predominantly American history, and current events. Candidates must also have experience working with students in an advisory capacity and demonstrate an understanding of the social and emotional needs of this age group.  Candidates should support the mission of SPA and the vision of the Middle School, and should be able to contribute to the life of the School outside of the classroom.

This time it was much easier to get things ready for the application.   I made a few minor tweaks to my résumé and spent an evening revising and polishing my cover letter, mostly to add language describing my advisory role at Bret Harte.  The final versions, submitted on June 14, are linked from the thumbnails below (private contact information about me or my references has been removed).

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Résumé for the middle school application.

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Cover letter for the middle school application.

Then, once again, it was a waiting game.  Luckily this was the last week of school at Bret Harte, so I had plenty to distract me.

On Monday, June 21, I received a phone call from the principal of the middle school.  She was very friendly and invited me in for a first-round interview.  To my great relief, she barely skipped a beat when I told her that I was still in California, and suggested that we do a Skype interview on-line.  Yay!

Skype Interview

The interview was scheduled for early Wednesday morning, June 23, with the hiring committee.  This left me about a day to get ready.  I received a lot of useful advice from friends about how to prepare, particularly regarding the specifics of an on-line interview.  I tested the camera on my laptop and chose a location with good light and nothing too distracting in the background.  I tested a Skype connection with my brother to make sure it was working, and practiced looking into the camera instead of at the screen to have better eye-contact. I also spent time with Sarah practicing some typical interview questions, particularly the tricky ones like “What’s your biggest weakness?”

Meanwhile, Yoni suggested that I send the principal a virtual portfolio with some materials that I might want to discuss during the interview — the electronic equivalent of having some handouts to pass out.  I spent most of Tuesday combing through my files to find a representative sample of my best materials.  (In addition to being brilliant, Yoni’s suggestion was prescient, since the principal contacted me later on Tuesday saying it would be helpful if I could pass along some curriculum materials to help the committee assess my teaching!)  Late that afternoon I sent along my portfolio, including a class syllabus, a sample six-week lesson plan, a PowerPoint presentation, a selection of graphic organizers, and a few example assignments.  In the e-mail cover letter I described each file and my rationale for including it.

At 8:30 Wednesday morning I sat in front of my laptop, in my wedding suit (which I would never wear to school, of course), feeling very professional.  The interview began on-time at 8:30 on Wednesday.  The hiring committee included the principal, the dean of diversity, the chair of the history department, and the other 8th grade social studies teacher.  They were all present for the Skype interview, but each took a turn in front of the camera, asking questions (so that way I could see the person I was talking to clearly).  The interview was, fundamentally, a blast.

In-Person Interview

The next step was a flight out to Saint Paul to visit the school and interview in-person.  I paid for the flight, but SPA covered my hotel.  I was exhausted during the visit, but it was immediately apparent that the school was a good fit. Everybody I met was impressive and asked exactly the sorts of questions that I would have wanted to ask a potential colleague. The mood was less “interview” and more “talking about education.” The specifics are already blurry (I didn’t get enough sleep the night before) but there were few questions about curriculum or classroom management, and nothing about standards or testing. They were interested in my general philosophy of education and we talked a lot about how the emotional and developmental needs of children must be addressed in order for authentic learning to happen. I felt a little bit like I had died and gone to teacher heaven. (Remember, I was written up last year for allowing my students to have a farewell party for their student-teacher.)

At lunch I realized that they were as hopeful that I would accept the job there as I was that they would offer it to me–not a bad situation!

Finale

I signed the contract.

I’m still pinching myself.

Daddy Afternoon

It’s our first full day in Boulder, hanging out with Alli and Nik.  After a very cranky breakfast, we put Griffin down for a much-needed nap.  Auntie Alli and Sarah went shopping and Nik headed out to a meeting, so I was left in charge while Griffin slept.  After he awoke, we had a super-fun afternoon!

First, we went and got the laundry from the laundromat downstairs.  To Griffin’s immense excitement, while investigating behind the trash can, he discovered a huge dirty plunger.  Fun!

Then we went back to the apartment and decided that folding all the laundry was a bore… so we had choices: lunch or swimming.  We decided on swimming.  The pool was cold, but Griffin had a blast.  There were inner tubes and a ball that he kept throwing into the water.  And there was a puddle on the deck to splash in.  I was a bit nervous heading down there, because Griffin has no sense of self-preservation when it comes to the water… he’ll happily walk right off the edge into the water.  But we were in sync this time, and had fun exploring the whole environment. He seemed to understand the concept of the stairs better this time — he knew that he had to stay on the first two steps.  (Later, however, he did try to make a sudden leap into the deep end.)

After swimming we were hungry.  Griffin happily ate a piece of bread, half a banana, turkey, ham, cheddar cheese, and even a bit of pesto.  Yum.

Then, of course, it was time for a stroll around the courtyard.  More fun, and Griffin was happy to smile for the camera.  (See the pics below.)  It feels pretty good to have only one responsibility: being Dad.

Creepy Rest Stops?

We’ve made great progress today, day two of our road trip to Minnesota. Griffin has been a champ, and we have sacrificed some of our ideals in an effort to keep things interesting for him.

Sacrifice 1: McDonalds Playland, Elko, Nevada. To be clear, we did not eat a meal there, but wow was Griffin immediately mesmerized by the place. And, honestly, for good reason. The slide was gigantic and colorful and filled with friendly kids. All this joy can be yours for the low low price of a big mac. We settled on an ice cream cone.

Sacrifice 2: Rainbow Casino, Wendover, Nevada. We thought this might be a good place to stop for lunch. (Casino restaurants are fairly cheap and offer some healthier options than fast food chains.). We forgot how weird casinos can be. We all gasped when we walked in. It is definitely the strangest place Griffin has ever been: a glittering wonderland. He was so excited by all the lights and sounds and mirrors and thick soft carpeting! Of course the place was fairly deserted, with only a handful of decrepit people pouring money into the slot machines. By the time we finished lunch the magic wore off and we fairly sprinted out of there.

View from inside the plastic labyrinth.
Griffin loved sitting in Ron's lap. Seriously, he would keep trying to climb up!
Mama extraction.
This doesn't do justice to the over-the-top decor of the casino.

Happy Birthday Raven!

Raven’s real birthday (her fourth) was on Friday, but she celebrated it today with a fabulous party at Kids In Motion.  I had no idea that such a cool place was only a short walk from our house.  It’s like a huge padded gym for toddlers, featuring a massive trampoline, balls, balloons, rocking things, bouncing things, swinging things, sliding things… all the good stuff.  It was awesome.  I’ve posted a full set of photos in our gallery, with some highlights below.

Dangling Max
Dangling Max
Griffin had a blast.
Griffin had a blast!
Raven on the rope
Raven on the rope.
Zoe looking exceptionally cute.
Zoe looking exceptionally cute.
Raven helping Max down the scary slide.
Raven helping Max down the scary slide.
Cutest grin ever.
I don't know either of these two guys, but is that not the cutest look you've ever seen???
Besties
Besties!
Burrito Monster
Burrito Monster
Nancy with the cake.
Nancy with the cake.

My Super Duper Birthday

Sarah is amazing.  She organized the most incredible birthday extravaganza that anyone could hope for.  And it was a complete and total surprise.

My birthday is the 21st and I had talked to Sarah months ago about not doing anything big — I couldn’t imagine organizing a big birthday party on top of everything else we’re doing this spring.  At some point she suggested we could do a barbecue some time in May, after my thesis is done and the house is on the market.  Sounded like a great plan, and I proceeded with life, forgetting about my birthday entirely.

Then on Monday I got an innocuous email from my brother, Anthony, who was in town for work (he comes for a week of meetings every few months):

Hey guys,

I'm in town this week until Sunday. I thought it would
be cool to meet up on Saturday if any of you are free.
Maybe lunch and a movie? Clash of the Titans might be
fun.... What do you think?

-Anthony

Now that I have reread it, it is a bit suspicious (especially if you know Anthony well).  But at the time, I just thought, “cool, glad Anthony’s in town for a few extra days, I’d love to go see a bad movie!”

The week was the usual maelstrom of school, thesis writing, house prepping, cover letter writing, and parenting, so it all went by in a blur.  But I wasn’t suspicious at all.

Saturday morning I meet up with Anthony, Tyler and Ed, and we start walking to the farmer’s market where we were going to have lunch and then catch the flick at the Grand Lake theater across the street.  As we near the farmer’s market, Anthony turns to me and says, “I’m sorry, Andrew, but we are not going to see Clash of the Titans.”  He hands me a blue card:

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Inside the card was a poetic introduction followed by the first clue:

Introduction to the challenge
Clue #1

The solution, of course, is Cancun in Berkeley, which not only has my favorite burrito but is also a place of Great Significance (to me, anyway).  Cassidy’s sister, Margot, recommended the place to me before I moved to Oakland.  When Kevin Muñoz and I arrived in 1996, we started meeting there for lunch every Wednesday, continuing the weekly lunch tradition we had had at the Oberlin computing center.  Over the years, it became a rendezvous for anyone who was available at lunch time on Wednesdays… sometimes just a few of us, sometimes a dozen or more.

In short, it was the perfect first stop on my birthday hunt.

I won’t post all the clues here, but let’s just say that Sarah did her research, including many places near and dear to my heart over the fourteen years I’ve lived here.  Highlights included the grimy piano bar where Sarah and I had our first date (the clue had blown off into a puddle of urine), and the spot in the Oakland Rose Garden where we became engaged (the clue was, fortunately, still tacked to the tree next to which I nervously issued my proposal).

My stunned arrival

But wait, as brilliant and surprising as this whole memory hunt was, it was only a distraction from the real surprise.  Unbeknownst to me, Sarah had been planning this whole thing for months and had invited people from all aspects of my life to a surprise party in the back yard of the house.  They had gathered there at 3:30, expecting my arrival around 4.  Guests included friends from high school, college, my teaching program, the middle school I work at, and Griffin’s birthing group!

While we were on our hunt, they gathered and waited.  And waited.  And waited.  In my ignorance, I was taking my sweet time working my way through the hunt.  (I thought this was pretty much the best birthday ever, so I wanted to savor it!)  In order to get some exercise, I even decided to walk between a number of the final clues!  Sarah and my guides engaged in some frantic behind-the-scenes text messaging to remove a stop or two from the hunt, so I eventually got the final clue that led us to the back yard.

As I came around the corner, expecting to see Sarah and Griffin and maybe Dave and Nancy (probably working hard on the garden in preparation for our upcoming open house), I was greeted by a rousing “SURPRISE!” from a crowd of guests, most of whom I haven’t seen in months!

Some of the wonderful (and patient!) guests
Straight from the Merritt Bakery (one of the stops on our hunt, no less), a fabulous cake... with two working light sabers!

It was a fantastic way to end a fantastic day.  I am in awe of Sarah… pulling this off in a year with nothing going on would have been a major feat.  But this spring has been INSANE.  It boggles my mind.  (I am not the only one who feels this way either… the most common things I heard from the guests, besides birthday greetings, were compliments for Sarah’s masterful planning.)

The day was also a reminder of what we are leaving behind with this upcoming move.  Seeing everybody at the party brought home to me the amazing community we have here.  It’s a hard thing, moving somewhere new.  I appreciate so much that Sarah recognizes the roots I’ve put down here, and honored that connection with this beautiful celebration.  It was, truly, a super duper birthday.

Minnesota Progress

A lot has happened in the past four days:

  • On Wednesday we flew to Minnesota, duly documented via iPhone.
  • On Thursday morning I met with the principal of the St. Paul Open School.
  • Then we had lunch with Maddy and Zoe and I visited Laura Jeffrey Academy, an all-girls middle school in St. Paul.  I toured the school with some prospective parents and then had a great meeting with the educational director (their equivalent of a principal).
  • Somehow in the midst of all this Sarah and I drove around various neighborhoods in St. Paul and Minneapolis to start thinking about where we might want to live.
  • On Thursday evening we celebrated Griffin’s first birthday in Courtland with a whole passel of Stocco family friends.  It was fun and festive, and the cake was delicious.
  • Friday morning began with a somewhat strange meeting with the principal of a progressive charter school in Minneapolis.  Sarah and I participated in their “morning meeting” and then chatted briefly (and awkwardly) with the principal who basically said he doesn’t have any job openings and has no ideas about where one should look for teaching jobs.  Weird.
  • Then we raced over to Crosswinds Middle School in Woodbury (east of St. Paul) and met with a friend of a friend who has been teaching there for a bunch of years.  She was great and introduced us to her principal who was similarly great.
  • The sum of all the meetings was that budget cuts will make the job search very challenging. On the bright side, I got many useful tips on how to best market myself and where to focus my efforts most productively.  At this point I’m focusing on charter schools and will start checking out possible private school options.
  • On Friday afternoon Sarah and I met with a realtor and started looking at houses and exploring various neighborhoods in St. Paul.  Our first foray was a bit underwhelming (but things got better later).
  • On our drive back to Courtland that evening we realized that we were utterly exhausted.  We called the realtor to reschedule our Saturday tour to Sunday morning.
  • Saturday was our spring break!  We had a leisurely breakfast, napped, took long hot baths, and walked to the local park where Griffin loved the slide.  (First time he has ever been really into it — he just kept diving down this one, head first!  Pictures will be forthcoming.)  I also wrote thank you cards to the various people I had met with during the week.
  • This morning (seriously, I can’t believe this was today) we raced back up to the Cities to meet with our realtor.  Today’s tour focused mostly on Minneapolis and was much more positive.  We saw a fabulous house in the Bryn Mawr neighborhood and a couple of other cool contenders in Southwest and near Lake Nokomis.
  • Then a picnic lunch by the lake with Pam and Jeff who had just picked up uncle Bob at the airport.  Fun in the sun, and great to overlap with Bob for an hour.
  • Then back to the airport to fly back to SFO.  Griffin had a harder time on this flight.  He’s got a molar coming in and was tired but couldn’t fall into a comfortable sleep.  Still, he handled it pretty well and is a pro at airplane bathroom diaper changes.
  • When Ed picked us up at the BART station he handed us a bag with three English muffins from our favorite bakery.  He figured we might not have breakfast organized for tomorrow.  Is that not the sweetest thing?

Whew.  We would never have been able to get this much done if Pam and Jeff and Alli hadn’t handled Griffin during most of our trips to the Cities.  It was a win-win for everybody: we got a lot done and Griffin got to bond with his grandparents and auntie!

Here’s what Griffin thought about all of this on the BART ride home:

Worn out after house hunting and job hunting and birthday partying... what a spring break!

I can’t believe I have to work tomorrow!

Happy Birthday Griffin!

We tried to get a cake from the bakery in Minneapolis that made Sarah's first birthday cake but it had closed long ago. However, this one was made in the same spirit, with clowns, balloons, and two coke bottles from the original cake!
Griffin doesn't quite know what it is, but he's pretty sure he wants to touch it.
Whoa, that's sweet! (Probably more sugar tonight than in his whole first year...)
I could get into this...
Sticky gooey fun!
In the end, not nearly as messy as we had expected. He didn't even put his hands in his hair. Older and wiser already!

SFO->MSP

Had a great flight! Griffin was squirmy but generally polite.  (And who isn’t squirmy when they have to sit in a tiny seat in a noisy tube packed with strangers?)

( I probably could have skipped these posts, but I am addicted to my new phone. Love the wordpress app!)

Lots of must have items at the Sky Mall.
He miraculously fell asleep right before the beverage cart came by, so we could actually get something without him tossing it all over us. Slept for about an hour.
Mom is so great!

There's a whole cool world under the seats!