Almost Everything I Know About Interviewing

Over the last year, I have been getting calls for a lot of interviews. Along the way I have learned some things that I want to share so hopefully you, my loyal readers, will get the upper hand in an interview someday.

be you

I know I've mentioned this before, but it's worth repeating that I was super confident about finding an a sweet band job coming out of college.  Even when I was in an interview for a job I didn't feel confident about, I brought personal confidence to the room to send those vibes into the world! I still do that now as a teacher with experience who is again on the hunt.  I always aim to be myself in the classroom and I feel that an interview is really no time to be fake.  In one interview, a member of the panel said they were interviewing 17 people including me so in a situation like that, it is important to be yourself and be distinctive.  Anyone who knows me knows that I am very outgoing, like to joke around, and that my conversations are usually very animated.  This has worked well in most of my interviews because it helps start a dialogue between the panel and me.  However, in one interview I made a joke and none of the four panel members smiled or anything. Let's be honest - I'm used to blank stares from my peers, students, family, cats, when I tell a joke but not even a courtesy laugh?! Then it happened again with something that I didn't mean to be funny but came out wrong. It was very disconcerting because I didn't know if I was blowing my chance with my personality.  I put it in the back of my mind and continued to be confident in myself and how I was acting.  I asked my dad about it later and he said something I had never heard before - in some districts, there is a policy that you keep the interviewing climate consistent for all candidates.  That means no deriving from the questions on the interview sheet (which is something that many districts use) and no additional encouragement to or interaction with the candidate.  When I looked at the interview through that lens after the fact, I do remember seeing them relax and smile just before I played at the very end...but that didn't do me much good when I was concerned during the questioning.

be prepared 

For anyone who's ever taken a musical theater audition, you'll know you have to bring 16-32 bars to sing. Well for interviews, 2 minutes seems to be the magic number of time you are given to play.  Honestly, I spent the more time deciding on a piece to play for my interviews than I did preparing in any other way.  Make sure you know where that time puts you in the piece so you aren't caught with someone on the panel trying to stop you.  I have started introducing the piece by saying "I will now play you the first 1 minute 47 seconds of ____ by ____" so they know you know the parameters. Usually I was asked to play before the speaking started but in one interview I played at the end, so I had to do my water drinking ritual during the questioning portion as nonchalantly as possible. That being said, make sure it's something you can nail with minimal warm-up.  One district asked specifically for an example that shows your personal musicianship, so for me that meant tone and not something flashy.  I used that same pretty piece for all of the interviews.

You need to be prepared for questions that you might think are awkward.  One time I was asked what I thought of a colleague and that's a sliiiiippery slope (and it probably wasn't an ethical question to ask).  Now I know there's no way to prepare for that, but I also know that I should always spin questions to either show the panel what I know or say "I'm not sure but I know where to look".  I said something about how I respect their years of work and the consistency of their ensembles, but my teaching style is different in XYZ ways.  I turned it into something about me rather than getting myself into trouble by either loving or hating that person.  

I've been asked questions about movement in the general music classroom, my philosophy of music education, how I would handle specific classroom management situations and parent emails, how I would recruit for vocal and instrumental ensembles, and about fingerings and other pedagogy questions to name a bunch. One thing that no panel (oh and by the way, not all interviews are with a panel - many were one or two people) asked me about were specific grade 3 - 3.5 pieces to perform with a high school band.  Obviously I've taken enough methods courses to know appropriate pieces for each grade level - I mean for goodness sakes, I took an entire class on it and have pages and pages of this information in a binder at home! It just wasn't something that was on the tip of my tongue.  I'm in grade 2.5 sight reading mode right now...not that that's a reason to flounder on an answer but that question wasn't even on my radar.  I was talking to a colleague after the fact about how I felt like this was the weakest part of the interview and she recommended making a repertoire list for each interview.  It's a brilliant idea! Going on a beginning band interview? Make a list of 5-10 beginning band pieces for the first year.  A high school band gig but you're not sure about the ability of the students? Bring a list of a few pieces grades 2.5-4 that could sound good with a typical high school band instrumentation.  That's one of those items that will look great when you say "Well this is the list I made of pieces I like for this level".  It's one more thing to make you stand out and one more piece of information to not have to remember on the spot. I'm definitely doing this for my next interview and I'll post about how it goes!

okay two more things

1. make a list of when the postings of the jobs you applied for close so you know if you can be disappointed about not getting a call or holding on to your phone waiting for it to ring or doing both

2. check job websites daily and sort them by date because looking through 10 pages of jobs is annoying 

Looking back on this (almost done!) first year of teaching, I'm happy that my experiences have unfolded how they have; I love the diversity that I've had in my two jobs this year and I love the friendships and experiences that have come with my positions.  I'm happy that I ended up having lots of interviews and I'm happy that I am still interviewing.  I hope that these tips helped!  May the odds be ever in your favor. 

PS: Sorry you now have the music of The Lion King in your head. My B.

Concerts and Being Let Go

I would like to preface this post by saying that I haven't gotten stress pimples in a long time...until now. But it was worth it. Please do read on, now that the hygiene comments are out of the way.

night of jazz

As I mentioned in my last post, on April 3rd there was a district-wide Night of Jazz which my jazz lab ensemble was part of.  There was very little time for the band on stage, but we were able to run every piece and check balance.  When it was finally time to line up to get on stage for the performance, I had the students in the hallway outside the stage door.  I had never been so frustrated at students ever (until the next Tuesday...more on that in the next section). I calmly asked them to be quiet because there was only a stage door separating them from the audience. Nope. Didn't work.  So then I went to whisper-yelling because it has always been an effective way to strike fear in my heart. I said something along the lines of "I know that your prefrontal cortex is not fully formed yet and it's difficult for you to decide what's right and wrong and what you should or shouldn't do, but right now you should be quiet."  That stifled their conversation for about one minute, then when they stopped concentrating on the fact that they didn't know what a prefrontal cortext was, it was back to normal.  I don't like yelling; I have a really loud voice but I don't like having to use it (remember this for the next paragraph). The overall logistics of the Night of Jazz went smoothly.  5 groups performed and it was only about 2 hours.  All of the kids played really well, especially considering it was the week after spring break!

junior high school spring concert

Our Spring Concert was exactly a week after the jazz concert- April 10th. The two sections of the  8th grade band (and the two sections of 9th grade band but those aren't my students) don't get to meet as a whole until the week of the concert.  My combined rehearsal was scheduled for the day before the concert - Tuesday April 9 - and I was looking forward to hearing the whole 110 piece band together for the first time.  We had 2 periods - about 80 minutes - to work on the pieces, talk logistics for the night of the concert, and to run everything.  I expected to feel uplifted and optimistic after those 80 minutes. Instead, after the kids left I silently stared at my computer screen for a good 5 minutes, contemplating whether or not to cry and just generally thinking "clakdfmspoidfupigjlkj". Three things that didn't help my classroom management efforts were a) it was the first hot day of the year and all the kids were wearing shorts, thus making their brains think "Summer! No more focusing!" b) it was about 90 degrees in the band room c) the kids were excited to see their friends from the other class.  I had to raise my voice and be the "bad guy" way more than I wanted to be. I always like to feel like I'm honest and acting like myself when I'm in front of kids; students of any age can see through you if you're being phony so I strive to have a good relationship with my pupils.  I didn't feel like me when I was yelling and being so stern.  Thank goodness the other band director was in the room to help quiet kids down, get them extra copies of music, and take care of the 3 suddenly broken instruments.  When it was all said and done, I felt bad for treating the kids how I did and felt like I was an ineffective teacher for those 80 minutes.   
On the night of the concert, I had the 8th graders report to the lunch room 45 minutes before the concert started.  It takes waaaay longer to tune 110 kids than one would think, especially when they can't hear you announce that it's time to tune because there are also 90some ninth graders in the same space also playing and talking. My supervisor got me a microphone so the kiddos could hear me a little better, which was really helpful.  The students played very well and I was way more relaxed for this concert than I was for the jazz band concert and way way more relaxed than I was for my one piece when I was student teaching.  The 9th grade percussion ensemble also played really well for me.  I was very happy when it was all over.  

getting my sixty day notice

So going back to how I felt terrible after my rehearsal on Tuesday...I took the time that day to make concert reflection sheets for the kids to do when I would be absent on Thursday for an interview (more on that in a future post).  I left the band room to make photocopies of the reflection sheet and of course half-way through, the photocopier was convinced it was jammed although there was no jam, so I was gone longer than I expected.  That didn't help my daily upset-ed-ness level.  When I got back to the band room, I felt like having no human interaction. However, that plan was thwarted by the fact that the principal was in the room aaaand he was there to see me.  He wanted to go into my office to chat. Great - he must have heard that I yelled at one student in front of everyone and now I'm in trouble. The conversation went something like this. "Am I in trouble?" "No!" "Oh good!" "But I'm here to give you your sixty day notice." "...lolwat?"  

When you're in a leave replacement position, the district has to let you know that you won't be returning with the same contract, so they give you your 60 days.  However, when one has had a trying day and feels that one is an inadequate teacher, one does not want to hear "here's your sixty days!" It's kinda funny in retrospect.  

Overall, I feel good about the concert! I look forward to the rest of the year when we get to work on improvisation, composition, and small ensemble pieces.  

"Ms. Teacher-lady?" Who? Me?

Tomorrow I have my first concert! It's the district's Night of Jazz.  The jazz band from the 6th and 7th grade school, my jazz band, the auditioned jazz band from my school, and the high school jazz band will all play before a college band plays.  I really should have said "my" jazz band; I saw them twice and pretty much just polished what was already taught.  It's going to be a great night for the kids 6-12 to see not only their peers play, but to see a highly advanced band.  The only downside is that I haven't been able to rehearse with my kids since before spring break...so here's hoping the sound check doesn't spell disaster!

Okay, so now to explain the title of this post. It's been great having my own band classes and not really having to answer to anyone.  I have two veteran teachers that I share the room with so when I have questions, the answers are easily within reach.  Maybe that's why I never feel like I'm clueless like I did when I was doing general music. I love having preps, an office with a desk, a computer that I'm always logged in on.  I feel great.  Somehow, though, all these thinsg don't make me feel like I'm a grown-up.  Yeah, I have authority in the school to call kids out in the hallway when I'm on duty or to discipline kids in my class.  Yes, I'm getting paid to do what I have worked pretty much my whole life to accomplish. But it was a funny moment when my dad told me he'd be coming to my school to visit.  

My dad is the acting supervisor of fine arts in a school district now (he's supposed to be retired!). The high school in his district is creating a band room out of what used to be a big storage room, so my dad and the high school band director are going to visit band rooms that would serve as a good model when they design the space.  The instrumental music room at my school used to be the cafeteria (the lunch service windows are still on one wall to prove it).  Since it's a re-purposed space like what they'll have in my dad's district, he'll be coming to look at it tomorrow. Last night, my dad told me about when he'd be visiting and I said that he should email the other band director and tell him.  My dad goes "Why do I have to email someone else? You're the teacher!" 

Woah.

Yeah, I am the teacher.  I already said I do understand that.  But somehow those things didn't equal me being able to make a decision like approving a visitor to come scope out the room. I guess this whole being an adult thing is an on-going identity growth issue.