I started my application process a long time ago with my school, the University of Phoenix. I filled out their paperwork and got all sorts of addresses, contacts, phone numbers, and fax numbers for nearby school districts. Then I submitted them and waited.
I just heard back that they did contact the Los Alamos school district, but being Los Alamos, they have their own form. This means I get to find professor recommendations, send official transcripts, and wait for the chance to go get fingerprinted and have a background check. Whoopee!
I'm almost finished with all that (sort of), and today's big step was emailing a few of my BYU professors to ask if they'd recommend me. The letter went something like this (and unless copy and paste have somehow mysteriously mutated, this is word-for-word):
Dear ________ (professor's name),
It's me, Chelsea Fisher-aka-Christensen. Remember me from back in the day?
Well, these days I'm trying to finish my Masters in Secondary Ed, which I'm doing through University of Phoenix. I'm applying for student teaching, and they want some professor recommendations. The fun part is that since I've been taking classes online, I don't exactly know any of my professors, and they don't really know me-- beyond my immaculate spelling skills.
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Thanks!
Chelsea
I sent it to 3 different professors, and then as I lay in bed trying to take a nap, I suddenly realized I didn't think I'd changed the name on my last letter I sent out. I ran down to check the letter, which was sent to my English professor whom I later found out was my dad's first cousin.
Turns out I should have proofread. The letter to Professor Paul Thomas began thusly:
Dear Cousin Pall,
At least my BYU professors won't have to brag about my immaculate spelling skills.
2 comments:
You are so funny.
haha! whoops!
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