...and in the mail comes my shiny new teaching liscence. The permanent kind. The two that I had previously to this both had expiry dates on them...but not this one. This one has a 'From' line, but no 'To' line.
Which is pretty scary, actually. After just 1 year in a classroom, I can now leave the country, run a highly successful drug-running operation, indulge in some white slavery, and maybe a little bit of child pornography, and, as long as I don't get caught, can come back anytime before my 65th birthday and at least theoretically be offered a job as a teacher. Doesn't matter if I'm current or not, of if I've been anywhere near a classroom in the previous 30 years...because I happened to pass some exams and survive in a classroom for 1 full school year, I'm a Teacher For Life.
Kinda weird. I can legally teach with fewer restrictions than I can drive.
Giant Robots have no plans to do ANY of the above, Mr. Hansen...
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