In the real world, I chose the fork that led to the sixth-grade classroom. Other than having completed a four-year degree in philosophy and possessing a willingness to give it a shot, I had virtually no preparation for dealing with eleven- and twelve-year old kids. Thus it was that without doubt I learned a great deal more than did my students.
I took to teaching like a fledgling to the air. That is to say, there was some hopping along the ground and some flopping in flight before a comfort level was achieved. But this was my metier, and I came to love my work. The salary was almost forty percent less than what I had been earning in my factory job. Even so, we were able to buy a new car, albeit a Valiant was certainly entry-level transportation.
At the end of my third year the trustee presented me with a new contract for the following year. I requested more money than he offered. He asserted that the offer was quite generous, and though they loved my work, no more money would be forthcoming. I delayed the signing of the contract and started looking for another position. I was offered a job in a community forty miles distant at a salary $100 greater than I had been offered. That was $100 more for the year. I signed the contract and wrote a letter of resignation which I hand-delivered to my trustee. He was floored. "Well," he said, "we bring new teachers into the fold and groom them into quality employees, then they leave for more money."
Mr. T came to my classroom two days later with a new contract, the amount offered was yet another $100 more than what I had signed for. "I have already signed with another school district," I reminded him.
"Not a problem," he replied. "So long as one resigns a couple of weeks before the school year starts everything is perfectly fine. People do it all the time."
Another fork in the road. Do I break my agreement with someone I don't know and accept more money from someone I do? Do I honor my signature?
5 comments:
Ahhh- been there myself. Will be looking forward to reading what your decision was. Your earlier decision to go into education was a gem.
I learned early on that once quit, stay quit.
And a five-tined fork? All of the ones in my drawer have but four.
Vanilla,
I think you name is Cliff. Cliff Hangar [sic].
That is a dilemma - honor your newly signed contract; take the best offer to the benefit of your family; take into consideration where you would, personally, be happier. And yes, there are 'industry' wide behaviors pertaining to such contracts...Love what Secondary Roads said...cliff hanger indeed.
Shelly, I believe many people encounter similar situations. All must choose to best suit their needs or beliefs.
Jim, ". . . once quit, stay quit." Hmmm. I wonder how well vanilla did in meeting that standard. (Some forks seem to have only two tines: you know, horns. As in horns of the dilemma.)
Chuck, just in from a camping experience, so I really haven't had time to process that one. Cliff?
Grace, many decisions do require analysis of many factors. Then we take our chances.
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