Job Search, Cont’d

Apparently I did do a table dance at my last interview and don’t remember, because they haven’t e-mailed me back.  I contacted them last Thursday morning.  I think the department chair over there has mistaken me for a criminal.  However, I found out yesterday that there will be two physics positions available in the school system at one school.  Those are the only full-time physics gigs in the area.  For seven or eight teachers.  Luckily for me, the department chair at that school is my former chair at my previous job.  She already e-mailed me and gave my name to the principal.  So that’s good.

In other news, the “fishsticks” joke from last week’s South Park episode has made the rounds.  For those of you who don’t know, it goes something like this:

“Mr. _______, do you like fishsticks?”

“Yes.”

“You like to put fishsticks in your mouth?”

“Yup”

“What are you, a gay fish?”

Since I saw the episode, know the joke, and correctly figured that I’d be asked that question 1409328423 times, I answer either, no, in fact, I hate fishsticks.  Or, why yes, cause I’m a gay fish.  It’s not as funny when I know the punchline.

In class, we’re learning about magnets and electromagnetism.  Some of the stuff we use is old and doesn’t work properly.  For example, I have compasses that point South.  It’s super fun trying to explain to a 17-year-old who doesn’t even know how a compass works why one would reverse polarity and point south.  Instead, I told my class this morning that they may have an Australian compass, and those point south.  Because, you know, everything is reversed down there.  I think that should be a quiz question for that class:  What direction does an Australian compass point?  I know they’d get that one correct and the real questions wrong.  It’s amazing what sticks and what doesn’t.