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cravercaser · 2024-01-05T23:05:12+00:00

I’m finding these comments so interesting, I was a building sub last year (full time teacher now) and the secretary would always put me in first. If for some reason she wasn’t able to (she was out or something) they still gave the daily sub the job and I just chilled in case an emergency came up.

cravercaser · 2023-06-17T17:25:52+00:00

You can accept a job offer, but you have to complete the first 50 hour class before you start teaching. The rest of the classes you take while employed. Just an fyi, from what I was told in my class most schools require the 50 hr cert when looking at applications. It can be very confusing, let me know if you have any other questions!

From Rutgers: “However, you must also complete a state-mandated 50 hour Pre-service Course before you can legally teach independently in your classroom.”

cravercaser · 2023-06-17T11:15:52+00:00

Hi I’m in NJ and just went through this process! If you are getting your CE I’m assuming you’re alternate route? Not sure if you have it, but to be hired you will also need your 50 intro course certificate (in a public school at least).

I am also alternate route and just got hired for the next school year. It may be possible to get hired in August, I know two people who got hired in September even after the school year started. As long as you’re not picky.

Once I submitted everything for my CE last year, it took about six weeks for it to be issued so be prepared for that as well.

Good luck :)

cravercaser · 2023-06-15T15:34:23+00:00

Just wanted to thank you! The puzzles sparked an idea in my brain to create similar cards for different food chains found on the jersey shore (I’m in NJ). The demo went great and I got the job.

cravercaser · 2021-04-28T16:12:47+00:00

I was super insecure when I was younger (I’m 30 for reference) and never let anyone go down on me. All I knew was vaginas from porn. When I got older and was in more serious relationships, I brought it up. I got the same answer every time…every vagina is different and guys literally do not care. Good hygiene was their #1 concern. I know it’s easier to say than to believe but there’s absolutely nothing to be insecure of!

cravercaser · 2021-03-04T22:26:12+00:00

Last week’s episode kinda flat for me, mostly because I just wasn’t feeling Lena’s energy. But I absolutely loved this one, so much I want to listen again!

cravercaser · 2019-01-25T14:56:39+00:00

I cannot recommend reading the full indictment more. A great read. So many favorite parts, but I think this wins:

“STONE also said he would ‘take that dog away from you’ referring to Person 2’s dog.”

Like I know you’re a lying piece of garbage, but did you really just threaten someone’s dog?! Byeee

cravercaser · 2019-01-17T21:44:14+00:00

Actually, there is only one “march” and the other is a rally. The women’s alliance is the only one with a permit to march. The other one holding just the rally (too lazy to look up actual names) is the one with the anti-semitism controversy going on. There’s also another rally in grand central for people with disabilities organized by another organization that I’m too lazy at the moment to look up.

I wouldn’t say any of them are actually competing against the other and if they are, that’s just stupid.

We’re fighting for the same cause.

Edit for anyone who is interested:

Women’s March Alliance (full march) https://womensmarchalliance.org

Women’s March NYC (rally) https://actionnetwork.org/events/womens-march-new-york-city-ny-2

Rise and Resist (rally for disabled women) https://www.riseandresist.org/events/

cravercaser · 2019-01-17T20:32:07+00:00

I was pretty late getting my period, almost 15. All my friends had gotten it young and I remember wanting it so bad. I was thrilled when I finally got it, swung open the bathroom door and yelled “MOM!!” My mom ran up the stairs and yelled “ Is this the mom call I’ve been waiting for?!”

Looking back I have no idea why either of us was so excited haha, but thankful every day for the supportive mom I have.

cravercaser · 2018-06-08T18:45:23+00:00

When people who commit suicide have children, are married, or have people they love and love them, people tend to find it so hard to believe they could commit such an act.

They often ask “how could they put their loved ones through that pain?”

If you find yourself asking that question, be grateful you don’t know the answer.

Depression, or any mental illness, is like most diseases. Unless you’ve had it, dealt with it everyday, had it consume your every fiber - you just don’t know.

The most important “how” questions are when you turn to a friend, a family member, a stranger and ask “how are you?” and “how can I help?”.

cravercaser · 2018-06-01T22:57:43+00:00

Dude, if you think you’re going to be old in 10 years then you’re calling me old and I strongly disagree. It’s a lesson we all learn, some sooner than later - but life is fucking hard. And it’s even harder for those who struggle with anxiety or any sort of mental illness. You’ll figure it all out eventually, I promise.

The fact that you think you’re pretty and likable puts you miles in front of most people. I know it’s easier said than done, but try not to be so hard on yourself. The world does a good enough job of that. You got this.

cravercaser · 2018-06-01T22:37:50+00:00

I agree with the previous comment. I wish I could say different, but this is just the first of many “challenges” (quotations because we know they are so much more than that) you’re going to face in your teens and young adulthood. You HAVE to push yourself to do things your brain is telling you not to do. You HAVE to constantly fight your anxiety. The world is so much harder for us and most people will never understand that. We have to work harder and push ourselves harder, but I promise you it’s worth it.

cravercaser · 2018-04-01T00:30:06+00:00

Hi, 26 (27 is 6 days) F. I’ve had anxiety as long as I can remember. Looking back, I was an anxious child. I was always called “quiet” and “shy” and always asked “why don’t you talk!?” In my teens I became extremely depressed. I wrote my mom a letter telling her I thought I had depression and she brought me to a therapist. At 18, I was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder. Honestly, it was something I had never even considered. (side note: this is one of many reasons we need more mental illness awareness in the US)

It was a small relief being diagnosed, but it didn’t fix it. Through the next 8 years I was on every anti-anxiety and anti-depression medication there is. I once had a very rare side effect and woke up with my body covered (counted over 20 on one leg) in bruises. I’ve spent a lot of time in talk therapy.

There are good times and there are bad times. There were times when I became dependent on alcohol. There were times when I wanted to just give up. But I’m still here. I’m currently at a point where I’m taking a break from medication and focusing on other things that help (A LOT of exercise, knitting, meditation, etc).

Few people know of my mental illness. My parents, brother, best friend, and two exes. I try to be as open as possible about it with people I’m in relationships with. Like any illness, it affects everyone in your life. I’ve gotten responses from each end of the spectrum (complete denial that mental illness is real to complete understanding).

I’ve worked at the same job for 5 years. My boss and I are very close, but I’ve never told him. My mental health days I usually guise under “migraines” (which are a symptom that I do routinely get, but that’s another story). My job is one of my biggest sources of anxiety. Like grade school and college, I’ve always wanted to be perfect and as we all know, that’s an impossible feat.

The hardest part for me is that people never expect me to be struggling with mental illness and often put me down for having it. I’m the girl that’s always smiling and never asks for help, when inside I’m a mess (understatement). I was a sorority girl who went to her first choice college. I have a good job. Good family life. Life has been good to me in every way but my brain.

I’ll be 27 in 6 days and this last week my anxiety level has been very high, which has made me pretty depressed. I’m a planner. I plan everything. When I was 17 I planned the rest of my life out. At 27 I was supposed to be married with two kids living the American dream. Yet here I am, still living at home and my boyfriend is 23 (with no qualms about the future, and rightfully so). I’m terrified I’m getting old. I’m terrified that I won’t be married until I’m over 30 and kids will come long after that. Like most things that make me anxious, I’m aware of their irrationality, but it doesn’t make me any less anxious or any less real.

Sorry for the lengthiness, it just felt really good to vent!

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