I received an email requesting I come to the interview. I was ecstatic.
Sitting, waiting for my name to be called, I met another girl. She had graduated from the Child Youth and Family program and had a Bachelor's degree from Guelph. "Hmm" she seems a little overqualified for such a simple position but eh, I just backed into a Range Rover so who am I to judge anything?
Well, we got to the room and it was a group interview. Two managers, two other interview-ees and myself. I sat down and read the papers in front of me.. "Job Description" read Teaching at day care, full time.
Well my immediate thought was "shit." I clearly applied for the wrong job. My stomach started churning. How exactly do you get out of a situation like this? It is a tiny room with 4 people clearly quite qualified for this stuff (all of whom were at least 25-45).
So the first question they asked was "When did you have a situation with a child in which you organized an activity and were proud of it?" One girl answered "Well, I had a situation where a child with Autism I worked with had to learn the concept of placement and where objects were placed" I came up with a ridiculous answer "Ummmm I'm not sure if you've heard of this but the Sarnia Cinderella Story is for people without a lot of money- they can come and pick out a prom dress. Anddddd yyeah, I helped out with that."
The interviewer replied "Hm, annd okay well that is nice."
The next question "Name a time when there was a conflict and you had to come up with some kind of solution"
One girl: "Well there was a time when there was a mouse in the classroom I taught and rather than everyone freaking out we made a game out of it and made a maze and a math game to solve problems. Afterwards I made them each an individual game with a paper mouse to take home and practise with their kids."
Next girl "Well the washroom overflowed in a portable classroom we were in and the kids needed a change room. So we made a makeshift change room at the back of the classroom and sort of turned it into a play."
My turn "Excuse me I feel SO ill excuse me while I go to the washroom- is there one near by??"
I literally stood staring in the mirror thinking "What the hell did you get yourself into??" At this point, they were holding the interview for me. The bathroom was immediately beside the interview room and I had no idea how we even got upstairs to the room. I slowly looked out the door and wondered how to get out without being seen. I saw a big red EXIT sign and decided to run. So I ran out the door and there was a flight of stairs. I ran to the bottom. Door said "DO NOT OPEN ALARM WILL SOUND".
So I ran back up the stairs to the door I had come out of. Well, there was no handle. IT was clearly meant for exits only. I ran up and down about 10 more times; thought about pounding on the door but figured I was screwed. I called my Mom, Dad, brother, sister, anyone for advice. Finally I called my friend Tara and asked her what I should do. She thought it was hilarious but at that time, I thought I was going to hurl. So I said "Tara, I'ma run for it." Well I ran out the door and that alarm did sound. Sounded so loud I had to sprint to my car. My shoe went flying in a garden, had to dig it out and keep running.
Sitting in my car I watched the YMCA clearing out; first the daycare children, then employees, then people working out. I drove away so fast and Tara was on the phone the whole time dying laughing.
Is it clear I didn't get the job? Or should I clarify that no, I did not receive employment of a full time teaching position with my lack of degree.
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