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An interview in a private school
It is really difficult to find a job during the epidemic. I went to a private high school for an interview. I couldn't sleep well, so I slept for three or four hours. I get up early for an interview. By the way, I took the wrong bus! That school is halfway up the mountain. It's quite small. Elementary school is not that small. It's shabby and old. The walls are a mixture of black and cyan. But these are not the point. The point is that this is my second visit. It's really a little embarrassing to come with them, because they don't know me anymore! I still filled out a form, obviously didn't recognize me, and then showed it to someone. I didn't know whether to manage personnel or arrange a trial lecture before. At that time, all the teachers were in class, and the office was a shelf for stacking sundries and books except for eight workstations. He looked at my resume seriously and said, "My resume is very rich" and "Nothing, I did all kinds of things when I was free". "What's your impression of this school?" Of course, how can I say "nothing, just a little small" and "are you determined?" That is to say, doing this job? ""I like the education industry. "He didn't speak. I felt that he had a lot to say to me, so he began to ask, "How many classes are there in your school a week? I was really surprised to hear the director say that there are seventeen or eighteen classes a week, and "well ...... more than that, there are at least twenty-five classes a week". Last time, he didn't say that. "Twenty-five classes, including evening self-study?" , "no"! I'm even more incredible. I asked in one breath, "How much is a class? Does it include five insurances and one gold? How many classes do you have? " He did not hesitate: "A class is 25 yuan, only three risks. The main teacher has at least three classes, and it must be the class teacher." I was silent after he answered. Then he pointed to the form I filled out and said, "There is still a salary that does not meet your minimum expected salary." I read it. I wrote that the expected salary is 5000-8000, so I don't have 5000. I watch the door. It's raining, and it's getting bigger and bigger. I didn't bring my umbrella. "Come back when you think about it." He handed me his watch and resume, and I agreed.

I left. This school really has no fate with me. I didn't know this for the first time, but told me so much for the second time after the trial that I didn't notice it. I just came out to earn living expenses and exam fees. I need time to review. Arriving at the door, I saw two parents communicating with the principal at the door of the principal's office. I heard it when I came in. There are signs on the playground about the comparison of tuition fees and enrollment rate with that of No.15 Middle School. I covered my head with the paper in my hand and went out. The rain is really getting heavier and heavier. I went down the mountain. I took a taxi by the roadside. Opposite the intersection is a bridge. Under the bridge is a deep and wide moat, which emits a lot of steam. A girl died in this river half a month ago, opposite the white-dominated municipal court being built, followed by a dark mountain and a moat in front. Seen from a distance, it is very spectacular. I looked back at the cars coming and going at the crossroads. I stood under a tree and answered a phone call. I know the driver can't find my place.