Occasional teacher salary

I can't stand it when men touch me. It makes me feel so disgusted. I wish women would touch me instead, but they never do (except for this one boomer female team leader I see occasionally, but she only touches me to push me away which is so disrespectful). Unfortunately, I get these 'platonic' touches from men almost every day. They're often from guys who I feel have more power than me, so it's awkward to call them out on it. I always make sure to show them nonverbally that I hate it by pulling away, but these assholes keep doing it. I've been touched several times today and I feel gross all over. My driving instructor randomly touches my leg during every class and also my hands a lot (but I can't tell if he does that on purpose since he has to adjust the steering wheel or do other stuff sometimes). And my manager at work does these random shouldearm touches. There are also random teachers at college who do this, but I don't talk to teachers in person much lol.

...a woman who would enjoy some pleasant conversation.
I’m a teacher, professor, reader, writer, and general nerd. I enjoy photography, classical music, books, cooking, cats, and the occasional bourbon.
I can't decide if I'm ashamed or proud that I just pre-ordered Lord of the Rings Magic the Gathering cards.
Let me know if you’re interested in any of this…and let’s chat…
-J.

Anyways, I told my sibling about how much money this job I applied for made, which was like 40k and they were like “ooo a teacher’s salary.” Which made me kinda anxious because job wise, it’s the best that I can apply for and it’s the best that I can do salary wise. And I’m trying to move out of my parents place and 40k is like, the best that I can do. It’s pretty well known that teachers can’t make enough money to live off of and if I can’t make enough money to move out, I feel like I’d lose my reason to live.
But idk, the cost of living in my area is pretty low. I found an apartment that’s like $500 a month in rent. I mean, sure, it’s on the bad side of town but I still feel like I could do it. I’m still unsure how many expenses I’d have to deal with when I move out but I feel like I could move out on 40k or even 30k.

Would you (still?) exit teaching if you needed to teach one more year to be fully vested in your pension if an opportunity to go back to your pre-teacher corporate job at the same company for virtually the same position (lowemiddle-management in finance) if they offered a $15K increase in your current salary?
Caveats to continue teaching: All the same behaviors/issues as every teacher is dealing with. But also… 50% of the strong, supportive administrators are leaving, including the principal who’s being replaced by a softer, low- to no-student-consequences principal. I’ve experienced physical and mental trauma (a severe concussion that side effects for years) from working at a school with low- to no-consequences administrators before. A.I. use has been so prevalent in the last two months that I want to pull my hair out. And my teacher Bestie quit teaching after two years because she said this is absolutely ridiculous! So I have no one here!!
It’s the decision about the pension that really has me hung up. I have a second interview next week and it’s actually for two different positions (my old one and a different one/different department). They both seem to be very interested in me and will need to hire quickly.

I have been studying for over 1 year now. I am writing this now before I learn more and forget about these strugges.
I come from an analytical-oriented career background (engineering). It uses a different part of the brain than where language resides. I have some advice for anyone like me, English only, middle-aged, never been exposed to another language in their regular life:
You can make progress but:

1. The internet sugar-coats language learning at every turn. It is pretty much impossible to make the progress that the Marketed Language-Learning Products/Media suggest, including some tutors. They just want your money, and in return you'll be exposed to some stuff. Maybe good stuff. But retention? Forget it. That takes years and years of practice and repetition.
2. Most of us English-only speakers aren't really concerned about how long it takes. That is a mis-conception. When we ask this question, what we really mean is "What should our goals be?" This question is extremely vaguely answered, including the well-meaning people on this forum. This boils down to two things.
   1. We don't yet know how to learn a language. Never being exposed to anything other than English, we aren't familiar with even trying to comprehend foreign sounds. We are actually less than Absolute Beginners, which means no knowledge. An Absolute Beginner is usually expected to be able to hit the ground running with the basic material. A lot of us are actually A-negative-1 or something similar. It takes us a full year to even convince ourselves that language learning is possible, after having being indoctrinated our whole lives with the notion that it isn't. The first year is exploring learning ideas, getting wise about fake language learning promises that companies offer, and adjusting your expectaions to much less than is advertised. Make your initial goals very small so you can measure your success.
   2. The people who give advice on these forums give goals that are too big. They are all here to help you and want you to succeed. They even love language learning and teach it. However they either have grown up with more exposure to other languages, have already learned how to learn languages, or have put in more time learning than you may think. When they give advice to newbees, they often forget of how little knowledge some newbees have, compared to maybe themselves when they started. Again, the goals have to be very small.
3. So what are the goals we should set for ourselves? The answer is vocabulary. By vocabulary I mean SINGLE WORDS. Advice you may see is to learn vocabulary by context: reading books, watching movies, etc. You simply don't have the vocabulary to absorb this material yet. This is too much too quickly, you will never retain anything. We need to literally do what all of the "new-age" advice tries to sell you away from: good old-fashioned word lists. It is boring, repetiive, and inefficient, but it is what it is. You need to find ways of making word lists effective for your self. Personally I have an app called Nemo Portuguese which says a word in English, waits a few seconds, and then says it again in Portuguese. I listen to it an hour a day in my car rides to and from work. There has not been anything more effective, except maybe DuoLingo, for retaining/memorizing raw vocabulary (DuoLingo is really just a vocabulary builder with tiny amounts of application). Other people use Anki Flashcards, or make real ones. It. Just. Takes. Time. And. Is. Boring.... Sorry.-- A small goal should be to focus a week on leters of the alphabet. Then the next week numbers. Then the next week, shapes, or colors, or days of the week. All the basic things... "before" you try to study sentences. This should be your main focus for years.
4. You will occasionally get bored of word lists. Then, feel free to temporarily explore other things interesting to you about the language. Listen to music and try to read sentences, and try to speak to your Portuguese speaking friends and understand them. Please be prepared to fail in all of these, but you will at least become familiar with being in the presence of Portuguese. You won't understand anything, but you will at least start to feel comfortable. This is a measurable goal.
5. You need to learn what it feels like to be a deer in headlights. What I mean by this is learning to control the anxiety of not being able to communicate in real time. It kind of stings, the anxiety makes you feel like you are being judged, like you are dumb. Your recall of the word lists you spent so long studying will drop to zero. The sooner you practice feeling like a fool, the more you can feel comfortable living in the fool space. Then, your retention will start to grow again only this time for indended use.-- Application of word lists and deer-in-headlights: Minha sogra visited me for three months, and she only speaks Portuguese. By the end of the three months, I can not claim that I know much more Portuguese then when she arrived, maybe 20 more words. But, I have a lot of real experience trying to communicate, and I feel confident that if I went to Brasil I could now survive. She got used to my very slow and broken Portuguese built only with vocabulary, infinitive verbs, and a few other basic things like eu, voce, a gente, tudo bem, nossa, etc. You only really need to say basic words to communicate, you don't need the grammar wrapped around it. It isn't essential. The vocabulary is what needs to be your main focus.
6. Final point. Spend your time learning words and then saying those words to a Brazilian. Try to listen and identify an occasional word from a conversation, but adjust your expectations that it will be 5 to 10 years before you can understand what they are saying. Get comfortable being uncomfortable in real Portuguese situations. The more vocabulary you know, the more comprehension you will have. Forget reading books unless they are graded A0 level readers. Even children's books are too advanced due to the poetry involved. I bought a ton of children's books that I can not get through without translating half of the words, and that is not a good way to learn. The A0 level readers have a lot of the translated key words on the same page, which is much better. Forget watching movies and trying to retain anything other than the sounds. You will get to movies in a few years.-- If you want a technical challenge, practice conjugating present and past for eu and voce ONLY. Don't do more, it'll get too complicated at this stage. It is all you need to get your point across in real life.
7. *You need to be proficient in your own language first, or you have no chance to learn on your own. This is a conclusion I came to on my own, and needs to be backed up by evidence and research. It is just a theory, that is why there is an asterisk here. But I met a few Brazilians who have been in the US for 10 years and didn't retain English at all. I have also met a few who visit often and can speak fluent (though they always think it is worse than it sounds). The trend I found were the educated ones who knew what verbs, nouns, adjectives, etc were, could pick up the language in 5 to 10 years. That's 5 to 10, a long time. The others never finished high-school or even elementary school, and stand no chance learning English if they barely know Portuguese. The same is for both ways.

I am not a linguist or a language teacher. This information comes from me, someone with experience in learning things, someone similar to you, who is approaching language for the first time as an adult in a logical way. Just like some product that claims to instantly remove bathtub stains with no scrubbing required, the same goes for language products. It is very rewarding and just as difficult as is mastering any hobby you choose; golf, skateboard, painting, cooking, etc, but that isn't obvious to many. I hope this information helps relieve some of your frustration.

When he saw me he asked why I wasn't eating anymore and on the occasional days when I did eat the school lunch, he'd have a happy look on his face while handing me the plate. My biology teacher was also clearly concerned about me but everyone else just thought I was weird.

Hey all! I am thinking very far in advance here (I'm not even currently pregnant with my first), but I find the discussion interesting and want to learn more. My Husband and I are going to start trying soon and due to that shift in our life, we're now engaging in conversations about hypotheticals. One of those hypotheticals is education - very much a hot topic in the US right now. I went to public school all my life in a district/city that is nationally known to be pretty corrupt. The state/city I lived in growing up didn't exactly have glowing reviews of government officials (that included higher up school administrators). So I've seen - and felt - the good and the bad that comes with a public school education. The only way for me to escape violent students who were a huge disruption was to enroll in AP classes, but how those classes were handled left a lot to be desired. My Husband spent grade 1-8th at would would now likely be considered a charter school. Small class sizes, very involved teachers and parents, a lot more flexibility in things like field trips, etc. Once he entered H.S, based on zoning, he was able to attend one of the better public schools in his city. So for all intents and purposes, he had a pretty great education across the board.
I have many friends that are teachers (across a wide variety of states/cities), and I have to admit I've begun to feel very uncomfortable and in some instances APPALLED at what my friends have shared with me. The average perception across the board (from their own experience) seems to be that most public schools (except in select highly funded areas) are failing kids. They said the environment has become more of a glorified daycare and less of an educational institution. My friends are constantly at war with administrators over problematic students that the district refuses to acknowledge. My friends have expressed how disheartened they are to see a great, well-rounded student succumb to the majority of students and start acting out. They're furious that the standards to pass a student onto the next yeagrade is lower than ever and that they're told 'our hands our tied' when disruptive students ruin the learning environment for everyone. Not only that, but even my most progressive friends are becoming alarmed at how early they're encouraged to teach really complex concepts and ideas (sexuality, gender identity, etc). Frankly, from what I've been told, it sounds like a shit show. And when I look up the numbers and data of how we're performing as a country against other 1st world countries, it shows. So here's where I'm on the fence and am curious about options (obviously dependent on the state and city we reside in).
Husband and I are higher income earners. We currently make a combined $240K a year and are hopeful to continue to progress. I have a very flexible WFH job that I love and the salary I contribute to the household (though my Husband is the top earner) is not simply a drop in the bucket. We COULD go one income, but in the current economy I'm not sure that would be financially responsible (we also live in a very HCOL area). Not only that, but I love my job and am currently not interested in being a SAHM. With that said, how do you homeschool when a parent doesn't have the time to homeschool? Do you hire a personal teacher (and if so, how much does that go for and how many hours would they work). Are there co-op possibilities where you can group a small class of students together, split the cost of the teacher, and have all the kids working on their OWN work at their OWN pace? I don't really have interest in being my child's teacher in academics specifically (I struggle with a learning disability), and feel there IS benefit in my children learning from someone that isn't their parent. Apologies this is so long - I'm just already starting to feel a bit of dread at the idea of sending my kids into an environment that (statistically speaking) is failing across the country. I guess private school is an option but neither SO and I are religious (and are not sure we're a fan of enrolling our children in a school that has that as a focus) and is obviously very expensive. So, my questions after this rant are: why do you homeschool, how do you homeschool, what impact has it had, etc. Thanks everyone! :)

I am currently deciding whether or not to accept an offer to work at a startup company and could use some advice. This is a startup in my field in hard science (think like a quantum computing startup although it's a different niche field). I would be able to continue basically the same research I am working on now, but with a very comfy salary and better location than my current postdoc. They even said they will let me publish occasionally and also go to conferences. It seems like the perfect position.
However, I do have some worries. First is what happens if the startup fails and I try to go back into research. I am less than a year into being a postdoc and I have a lot of really cool projects that I'm not sure I can finish in time if I leave now. It's also hard for me to see what I want in the distant future and if that something is research, I am a little worried about leaving early and not building my CV to get a permanent research job down the road after startup life or something like that.
Maybe these are bad fears and the answer is obvious to take the cushy job that still involves research in my own field. I know how rare something like this is. I was wondering if anyone else has made the jump and could give me some advice. Particularly from something like a quantum computing startup and if you have any regrets from leaving the academic path.

This is something I almost never mention to people because they get remarkably defensive about how it’s impossible, but I figured I’d post here about it and see if anyone else has experienced this.
Basically, up until around I turned twelve, I could see another color that isn’t anywhere on the normal color spectrum. There was never any object that was that color, but I would occasionally see it as a sort of vapor in the air. I’d get really nauseous whenever I saw it, to the point where even just remembering it makes me feel uncomfortable.
What really annoyed me as a kid was that the people I told would ask “What color is it like?” and there was no answer I could give to that. It isn’t like any color, nor does it seem like a mix of colors that people know about. The only descriptor I could give is that it’s closer to a “cooler” color than a “warmer” one, but even that feels just barely accurate.
One of my teachers said that maybe I was somehow seeing some infrared or ultraviolet light, but I don’t think that’s it because it didn’t seem anywhere close to either end of the visible spectrum at all.
Let me know if anyone else has had experience with this. I would love to answer any questions people have, but it’s really difficult to describe with words what it looked like. Still I’ll try my best in case anyone has anything they’d like to ask

In my early 20's I met the guy I thought was the one person for me. We followed the typical midwestern path, got married, bought a house and started our family. When our oldest son was born, he cried with joy and was so thrilled to be a dad. 2 years later we had our 2nd kid and everything seemed perfect. We'd agreed I'd be a stay at home mom and I loved spending every second with my kids and watching them grow. He was really involved with the kids and clearly loved them to pieces.
When our kids were 3 and 1 my ex was sent overseas for a year. During that time he withdrew more and more as time went on. I knew something was going on and feared that he was having an affair based on his actions. When he returned home he was clearly unhappy and withdrawn and barely acknowledged the kids, let alone me. Within a week of his return his affair partner sent me love letters that he'd written her for me to find in the mail. We tried counseling but he continued to sneak and contact her on the sly. She wasn't even drinking age and we were in our early 30's. I was so heartbroken and felt so betrayed, I couldn't continue pretending this was fixable so I filed for divorce.
Our divorce went fairly smoothly and I moved away from my hometown to his because his mother agreed to help me with our kids while I went back to school. The 4 years I was there he saw the kids about once a year. When our oldest was 6, I bought him his first cell phone so he could talk with my ex whenever he wanted without having to go through me. I wanted them to be able to have a relationship without my ex using me as an excuse. When the kids were 7 and 5 I got them each computers and webcams so they could chat online with their dad if he wanted to, but he never wanted to.
When I finished school I moved out of state to be closer to friends who could help me with my kids when I went back to work. My ex was upper middle class during this time and the kids and I were on public assistance while I struggled to get my feet under me after being home for so long with no experience. He would help if I got hysterical but it was an ordeal every time I needed help for the kids. My oldest needed some teeth pulled and my ex offered to buy him a computer. My youngest needed glasses, he bought them a laptop. He didn't mind throwing money at them for "fun" things but I had to fight for help with necessities.
He came to see them ONE time after I moved out of state. He would call and talk to them and complain that they didn't have much to say. He'd ask them the same things during every conversation but never really get to know them. He never knew who their teachers were, who their friends were...never mind who they were or what they were interested in. He never tried to know them as growing people who were developing their own personalities. He'd occasionally throw money at them and think that was enough, never understanding that he was failing as a parent.
When I'd confront him about not seeing the kids he'd say that he'd come see them if I paid at least half of the cost. I was making less than 20k at the time and he was making 120k+ a year. That's not including the income of his spouse, the girl he was dating when we were married. He knew I couldn't afford paying for them to fly there but still insisted it was my problem, despite the divorce decree specifying that he was responsible for all travel costs for visitation. So instead of seeing them, he just abdicated being a parent and would send money from time to time thinking that was enough. He didn't even come to our kids' high school graduation, a once in a lifetime event.
Our kids are grown now. Neither of them are interested in having a real relationship with him and he can't seem to understand why. Our youngest will use him as an atm, which is really all they see him as since money seemed to be the only thing he was willing to give them as they were growing up. Our oldest just doesn't care at all. When my oldest got married last year, he wasn't even going to tell his dad. Both his bride and I encouraged him to at least tell him about the wedding but my son said that there was no point in telling him because he wouldn't come anyway.
I cried so many times over how it must hurt my son even though he swore he didn't care. He finally caved and told his dad the week before the wedding, that way he could tell himself that was the reason he wouldn't come rather than that he just couldn't be bothered. We were all shocked when he told us that he would come. He flew in the night before the wedding, stayed for the wedding and left the following morning. I had to blackmail my youngest into being civil and not disrupting the wedding because he obviously has all sorts of feelings about his dad's lack of connection. He hadn't seen our kids in 13 years.
Their whole lives I've told my kids that their dad loves them. I've tried to be as diplomatic as I could. When they would be upset about him not seeing them or not understanding them, I'd say that he loved them but some people just don't understand or know how to be a parent and he was doing his best. I tried to convince them of his love based on how much he had loved them when they were young and I would tell them stories about how he would make special time for them. I don't think this was a mistake, but I don't think I can defend him any longer.
This past week my ex got a promotion. He and his entire family posted huge articles about his promotion and increased rank and how proud they were of him. There was a huge article in the military news about it. He listed all his accomplishments, thanked his wife and his two dogs for always being there for him and how he wouldn't be where he is without them. He even listed his dogs names and what breed they were. Not one person mentioned that he has 2 children. Not him. Not his mom. None of his siblings. Not the paper. Nothing. As if they never existed.
All the years of neglect and lack of connection culminated in a huge article stating he has 2 dogs that he's super grateful for and who make his life complete. I'm beyond furious and crushed for my kids. I want to scream and rant and tell every person who commented on what an amazing person my ex is who he REALLY is as a person. I honestly cried half the day yesterday thinking about how hurt my kids have to feel by this and I can't believe that he doesn't even acknowledge that he even has kids! I've spent all these years trying to make sure the kids never felt alienated with their dad and in one fell swoop he finally did the one thing that neither of them will ever forget.
Maybe I'm taking this too personally. Both of my kids say they don't care because they don't expect any better from him, but honestly what kind of parent doesn't even acknowledge the fact that they have children??

Hi there, I'm Longjumping-Alps1049 from the USA, and I happen to be an intersex person and part of the LGBTQ community (I'm pansexual).
I have a lot of different interests such as video games (mainly nintendo but I play the occasional playstation game with friends), researching history and historical facts, learning new mathematical theories, debating political situations in history, learning languages (I know a few, and I enjoy innovating things like the intersection of computer science and language translation), finding new connections between subjects, public health, and playing classical music (and just music in general).
Furthermore, I really enjoy teaching and learning from others, and would like to pursue a career as a teacher. But yeah, even if you don't have many interests in common with me, I'd still like to hear from you, just as long as you like to hear about some of the stuff above.Just please be between the age of 19-33.

It has been one year since I have used cannabis. A year ago, I was hospitalized after having a psychotic break due to smoking laced vape cartridges. I was in the mental ward for 5 days against my will and then had to go to a PHP program had to miss six weeks of work in all. All in all, it was extremely stressful and embarrassing. I am only just now beginning to come off of antipsychotics that I had to take because of this episode. I absolutely loved weed. If I could smoke it all the time with no consequences, I would. I smoked several times a day for about six years which began when I smoked to deal with the stress of being a special ed. teacher in a Title 1 school.
It was shockingly easy to quit after the psychotic episode, any desire I have to smoke weed is overshadowed by the desire not to lose my mind again. The withdrawals in the hospital were awful. What helped most was going to my psychiatrist, therapist and doing watercolor art. I also got a pet bird to give myself a sense of purpose.
Since the psychotic episode, I have raised my salary by 50%, and now get to work from home two days a week. My marriage has improved significantly. I hope if anyone is going through this that they give themselves some grace and compassion, and remember that the way you’re feeling won’t last forever.

I met my ex in 2012, right after he turned 20 and I had just turned 30. I had only dated and been with women exclusively until I came out as bi-sexual at 28. Let’s just say the year I was 29 was a busy year making up for what I missed out on. It was mostly casual hookups (yes, safe) and I did try dating 2 different guys for a few weeks, but it just never worked out or got serious. I kinda figured that I’d probably end up marrying a woman or not getting married at all because I just didn’t see myself catching romantic and sexual feelings for a guy. Then I met Ryan. From the first date it was just like the only other time in my life I had fallen in love…butterflies, constantly thinking about him, wanting to spend every moment with him. He fell for me hard too and we became an item, though he did say while he considered my bisexuality a turn on, because he had a thing for straight guys, it also gave him pause because of my desires for the opposite sex and his concern it may lead me astray. I thought about it and understood it was a legitimate worry, but assured him that I couldn’t even think about anyone else because I was really into him. Note: I knew he was the one by the end of the first month and I was in love, but I wasn’t going to say these things too soon and risk scaring him off.
On our first date he admitted to me that he was legally blind due to a genetic disorder and that it was progressive and eventually he would only have a sliver of his peripheral vision. He immediately said he understood if I didn’t want to see him again because no other guy had wanted to date him and be his driver all of the time. I grew up with a brother in a wheelchair who never learned how to walk or talk due to misdiagnosed meningitis at 6 months old back in the 70s. I told him that and said that what my brother had was a severe disability, so in my perspective, his blindness had no effect in my feelings and that always being the driver was a small sacrifice just to be with him.
The following years were bliss. We brought out the best in each other. My family who was surprised, but very supportive when I came out, adored Ryan and treated him like family and said that I acted happier since we’d been together. When I met him he was working part-time in retail and had done very poorly in high school because he lost a lot of his confidence as his vision deteriorated. I told him that one thing I did insist on was that he do something with his life because he had too much to offer and that I would help. He said that he’d wanted to be a teacher but didn’t think someone with limited vision could teach….nonsense. So I put him through community college for 2 years, then 2.5 years of a local university and finally the 1 year teacher certification program as required by California. I drove countless miles and paid hundreds in public transportation costs for him, never blinking an eye or complaining.
We’d been together for 7.5 years and were engaged to be married in October by the time he was in his last semester of his teaching certification which involved him student teaching at his former high school with his favorite teacher from his days in school. Then the pandemic hit and schools closed. Fortunately he’d had enough hours in the classroom that he would still qualify to be certified after the Governor issued a waiver via executive order. On the 3rd day of the stay at home order in March my life crumbled when I innocently found out he had cheated on me with an ex all because he handed his phone to me to show me something on Instagram. I accidentally fat thumbed the back arrow when he gave it to me taking me back to a list of all his messages. I looked and recognized the name of his ex as the second message, dated a week ago. I clicked on it and my heart sank. Directions to my house, pictures, dirty talk, and reassuring him not to worry about me because he had my location on my “Find My Friends,” just in case I came home from work.
I immediately started screaming demanding to know everything and he admitted to having his ex over twice for sex and that they didn’t use protection (his ex was engaged to his gf during this, adding another victim). Then he admitted to sleeping with his straight but curious recently single cousin (by marriage) twice, again no protection. Finally he admitted to sleeping with a supposedly straight guy he and many of my cousins went to school with who I told Ryan I really didn’t like him or want them talking because I didn’t trust him after what I'd read about him. Since they were never close friends I didn’t feel like this was a big sacrifice or that I was being too controlling AND I assumed that he knew why I (and all my cousins) felt that way, but didn’t bother repeating it. The reason was after high school at age 20 this guy was convicted of sexual assault and penetration with a foreign object against a 16 year old girl and had gone to jail and required to register as a sex offender for life. Apparently my ex was the only person in his graduating class that hadn’t heard that news. All of this happened in my home while I was working. We spent the whole weekend crying with me asking over and over why and him repeatedly crying and saying he just didn’t know and that he felt terrible.
Monday comes around and anger started being as common as sadness and I made a comment that said I was going to pull all the phone records going back the 3 years that AT&T kept them (for a fee). Only when he heard that did he admit to one more guy. Some random named Frankie off the gay hookup app Grindr who was the first guy he cheated with and continued to casually hookup with for nearly 2 years with the last time being in February (the month before). He told me how it started. Get this – it was the DAY AFTER his graduation with his BA in May 2018 and he was drunk from celebrating and wanted to have sex. I too had been celebrating with him and said I was too drunk to perform and said I’d make it up the next day, then passed out asleep on the couch. Apparently he was “angry horny” because he downloaded Grindr, chatted with this Frankie fellow and arranged to have sex in his car in a church parking lot across the street from our condo (which happens to be across the street from a school…this fact is important later), all while I slept on the couch. All the times they hooked up after that was again in my condo while I was working or visiting a friend for the night up the coast (he used to love going but started saying he couldn’t occasionally because of “homework” and “studying.”
I absolutely lost it, told him to get in the car and I drove him to his family’s house so he could tell them what he did so they understood why he was moving back into their house. While he was in the house I was in the driveway on the phone with AT&T ordering the 3 years worth of detailed call/text logs, then made an appointment to be screened for STIs. I suspended his service until he could figure out how to pay for his own damn phone, then , deleted the social media accounts he cheated with and to make sure he couldn't hide more evidence I temporarily changed all his passwords so only I would have access to his cloud. I also called the bank and issued a stop payment on his final tuition check that I had sent to the certification program the week before and hadn’t hit the bank yet. Before deleting his social media, except Facebook, I took screenshots of the entire Instagram conversation with his ex and mailed the conversation to his fiancée, who deserved to know so she could see a doctor and get tested too. His family was very religious and had kicked him out in high school for 3 days when he tried to admit he was bi and only took him back in when he took it back. Needless to say, she ended it, he got kicked out. ONE DOWN.
He came back out to the car and we went home. I took his house key and told him to say goodbye to our 3 pets and get packing. The entire time he packed I studied those phone records to find out dates, times and if there was anyone else he was leaving out. He answered every question I asked and it was then that I discovered that the sex offender and he had only had oral sex in my home and that the actual sex was in the same parking lot he screwed the Frankie guy in.
The wheels started turning and the next day I went over there and sure enough spotted a camera. I spoke to a secretary at the church and informed them about a registered sex offender having sex in their lot and that not only was it a violation of his parole for indecent exposure, but that he was not allowed to be that close to a school and I provided the date. I was in luck! They had a digital two year loop system that started deleting day by day after it had been retained for 2 years +1 day. It was April 2020 and he first cheated with Frankie in May 2018 and the sex offender was in April 2019. I told them I was filing a police report and that probation would require a copy of it eventually. They said they would save the file and allowed me a thumb drive of both days to submit with my police report. Within a month the sex offender was locked up again. TWO DOWN.
I also filed a police report against the Frankie guy. The police said it was a relatively minor infraction but since it was across from a school playground and skate park they would follow up but there would be no jail time. I researched the hell out of Frankie and called him to confront him. He was smug and admitted to knowing about me the whole time. What he didn’t know is that I had found out he had a job that required a security clearance and he had several judgements against him and collection agencies had been looking for him. I didn’t know why they couldn’t find him and just garnish his wages, but it ends up he was Hispanic and had two last names and was a Jr., plus he frequently by his middle name Francisco, Frankie for short…so he got lost in the paperwork confusion. I sent a letter to the collection agencies providing his employer and current location and contact info and then sent a copy of the police report about misdemeanor indecent exposure for which he pled guilty and it was a fine with community service (not considered a sex crime). His wages did get garnished, but only for two paychecks because the misdemeanor was enough for him to lose his security clearance and get fired. THREE DOWN.
Then I contacted Ryan’s family on his mother’s side pretending to be him from his Facebook account making sure they knew he had fucked his cousin. It spread through the family like wildfire and soon his cousin was contacting me because he couldn’t get a hold of Ryan to ask why he would expose what they did. I just laughed and said you shouldn’t screw your cousins, especially when they’re engaged and that he’d messed around in my house, so now it was my turn for payback. FOUR DOWN.
Lastly, I had already stopped payment but since he was so close to finishing I was sure his family would bail him out and pay the university. Like I said, indecent exposure is usually a slap on the wrist type misdemeanor. However, I remembered some of the paperwork he signed to be a mandated reporter that you could lose teaching certification for “documented acts of moral turpitude.” I sent a copy of both police reports from the parking lot with still shots from the security footage clearly showing Ryan’s face to the school district he’d been student teaching in and a copy to the Commission on Teacher Credentials. FIFTH AND FINAL DOWN!
Admittedly, I did all this out of anger but he shattered my sense of self-worth and made me incredibly bitter and untrusting after years of being generous and supporting him. Everywhere I looked in the town I thought of Ryan and the cheating. I felt a terrible energy in my condo knowing it all happened there. I stayed 9 months and watched all 5 of their lives self-destruct. Then sold my condo (making a nice profit) and relocated to the PNW to start over. One thing that is sad is I found out just recently that his ex-who’s fiancé broke up with him ended up committing suicide several months after I moved. It is too bad that his family was so closed minded to turn on their own son, but in the end, it’s not my fault that he cheated on his fiancé by coming into my home at my fiancé’s invitation to cheat. Suicide is never the answer to ones problems and I hope the fiancée he cheated on doesn't blame herself and that only his family does (as they should).
TLDR: I emotionally and financially supported my ex through college and his teacher credential program for over 7 years only to discover he had cheated on me with 4 different guys, one of them the day after he graduated and then occasionally for nearly two years in my home while I was at work. I took my revenge: My ex lost his career before it even started and our relationship, one AP (affair partner) lost his job and had bill collectors after him, another lost his fiancée and was kicked out, a third was humiliated when his entire family found out he had sex with his cousin and the fourth was put in jail for a violating probation. Lesson: Don't Cheat and Deceive.

Posted in Health Insurance as well.
Hello everyone! I am leaving my job, my last day of work was today and I was trying to use my FSA benefits so I would not lose them. My purchase was declined, and I was told my employment had been terminated as of 6/1 despite the fact that I’ve been working.
I called my benefits coordinator and she said because 5/30 was my last pay period, benefits can’t continue past then (as far as FSA goes). This seems not right to me but I wanted to see if maybe I’m just completely wrong here. I’ve always known it to be that FSA expires on the last day employed.
ETA: I am a teacher and I am paid 10 months of the 12 salary. So she is correct that my last paycheck was the end of May, even though I work days in June.

Hello everyone! I am leaving my job, my last day of work was today and I was trying to use my FSA benefits so I would not lose them. My purchase was declined, and I was told my employment had been terminated as of 6/1 despite the fact that I’ve been working.
I called my benefits coordinator and she said because 5/30 was my last pay period, benefits can’t continue past then (as far as FSA goes). This seems not right to me but I wanted to see if maybe I’m just completely wrong here. I’ve always known it to be that FSA expires on the last day employed.
ETA: I am a teacher who gets paid salary 10/12 months of the year.

I met my ex in 2012, right after he turned 20 and I had just turned 30. I had only dated and been with women exclusively until I came out as bi-sexual at 28. Let’s just say the year I was 29 was a busy year making up for what I missed out on. It was mostly casual hookups (yes, safe) and I did try dating 2 different guys for a few weeks, but it just never worked out or got serious. I kinda figured that I’d probably end up marrying a woman or not getting married at all because I just didn’t see myself catching romantic and sexual feelings for a guy. Then I met Ryan. From the first date it was just like the only other time in my life I had fallen in love…butterflies, constantly thinking about him, wanting to spend every moment with him. He fell for me hard too and we became an item, though he did say while he considered my bisexuality a turn on, because he had a thing for straight guys, it also gave him pause because of my desires for the opposite sex and his concern it may lead me astray. I thought about it and understood it was a legitimate worry, but assured him that I couldn’t even think about anyone else because I was really into him. Note: I knew he was the one by the end of the first month and I was in love, but I wasn’t going to say these things too soon and risk scaring him off.
On our first date he admitted to me that he was legally blind due to a genetic disorder and that it was progressive and eventually he would only have a sliver of his peripheral vision. He immediately said he understood if I didn’t want to see him again because no other guy had wanted to date him and be his driver all of the time. I grew up with a brother in a wheelchair who never learned how to walk or talk due to misdiagnosed meningitis at 6 months old back in the 70s. I told him that and said that what my brother had was a severe disability, so in my perspective, his blindness had no effect in my feelings and that always being the driver was a small sacrifice just to be with him.
The following years were bliss. We brought out the best in each other. My family who was surprised, but very supportive when I came out, adored Ryan and treated him like family and said that I acted happier since we’d been together. When I met him he was working part-time in retail and had done very poorly in high school because he lost a lot of his confidence as his vision deteriorated. I told him that one thing I did insist on was that he do something with his life because he had too much to offer and that I would help. He said that he’d wanted to be a teacher but didn’t think someone with limited vision could teach….nonsense. So I put him through community college for 2 years, then 2.5 years of a local university and finally the 1 year teacher certification program as required by California. I drove countless miles and paid hundreds in public transportation costs for him, never blinking an eye or complaining.
We’d been together for 7.5 years and were engaged to be married in October by the time he was in his last semester of his teaching certification which involved him student teaching at his former high school with his favorite teacher from his days in school. Then the pandemic hit and schools closed. Fortunately he’d had enough hours in the classroom that he would still qualify to be certified after the Governor issued a waiver via executive order. On the 3rd day of the stay at home order in March my life crumbled when I innocently found out he had cheated on me with an ex all because he handed his phone to me to show me something on Instagram. I accidentally fat thumbed the back arrow when he gave it to me taking me back to a list of all his messages. I looked and recognized the name of his ex as the second message, dated a week ago. I clicked on it and my heart sank. Directions to my house, pictures, dirty talk, and reassuring him not to worry about me because he had my location on my “Find My Friends,” just in case I came home from work.
I immediately started screaming demanding to know everything and he admitted to having his ex over twice for sex and that they didn’t use protection (his ex was engaged to his gf during this, adding another victim). Then he admitted to sleeping with his straight but curious recently single cousin (by marriage) twice, again no protection. Finally he admitted to sleeping with a supposedly straight guy he and many of my cousins went to school with who I told Ryan I really didn’t like him or want them talking because I didn’t trust him after what I'd read about him. Since they were never close friends I didn’t feel like this was a big sacrifice or that I was being too controlling AND I assumed that he knew why I (and all my cousins) felt that way, but didn’t bother repeating it. The reason was after high school at age 20 this guy was convicted of sexual assault and penetration with a foreign object against a 16 year old girl and had gone to jail and required to register as a sex offender for life. Apparently my ex was the only person in his graduating class that hadn’t heard that news. All of this happened in my home while I was working. We spent the whole weekend crying with me asking over and over why and him repeatedly crying and saying he just didn’t know and that he felt terrible.
Monday comes around and anger started being as common as sadness and I made a comment that said I was going to pull all the phone records going back the 3 years that AT&T kept them (for a fee). Only when he heard that did he admit to one more guy. Some random named Frankie off the gay hookup app Grindr who was the first guy he cheated with and continued to casually hookup with for nearly 2 years with the last time being in February (the month before). He told me how it started. Get this – it was the DAY AFTER his graduation with his BA in May 2018 and he was drunk from celebrating and wanted to have sex. I too had been celebrating with him and said I was too drunk to perform and said I’d make it up the next day, then passed out asleep on the couch. Apparently he was “angry horny” because he downloaded Grindr, chatted with this Frankie fellow and arranged to have sex in his car in a church parking lot across the street from our condo (which happens to be across the street from a school…this fact is important later), all while I slept on the couch. All the times they hooked up after that was again in my condo while I was working or visiting a friend for the night up the coast (he used to love going but started saying he couldn’t occasionally because of “homework” and “studying.”
I absolutely lost it, told him to get in the car and I drove him to his family’s house so he could tell them what he did so they understood why he was moving back into their house. While he was in the house I was in the driveway on the phone with AT&T ordering the 3 years worth of detailed call/text logs, then made an appointment to be screened for STIs. I suspended his service until he could figure out how to pay for his own damn phone, then , deleted the social media accounts he cheated with and to make sure he couldn't hide more evidence I temporarily changed all his passwords so only I would have access to his cloud. I also called the bank and issued a stop payment on his final tuition check that I had sent to the certification program the week before and hadn’t hit the bank yet. Before deleting his social media, except Facebook, I took screenshots of the entire Instagram conversation with his ex and mailed the conversation to his fiancée, who deserved to know so she could see a doctor and get tested too. His family was very religious and had kicked him out in high school for 3 days when he tried to admit he was bi and only took him back in when he took it back. Needless to say, she ended it, he got kicked out. ONE DOWN.
He came back out to the car and we went home. I took his house key and told him to say goodbye to our 3 pets and get packing. The entire time he packed I studied those phone records to find out dates, times and if there was anyone else he was leaving out. He answered every question I asked and it was then that I discovered that the sex offender and he had only had oral sex in my home and that the actual sex was in the same parking lot he screwed the Frankie guy in.
The wheels started turning and the next day I went over there and sure enough spotted a camera. I spoke to a secretary at the church and informed them about a registered sex offender having sex in their lot and that not only was it a violation of his parole for indecent exposure, but that he was not allowed to be that close to a school and I provided the date. I was in luck! They had a digital two year loop system that started deleting day by day after it had been retained for 2 years +1 day. It was April 2020 and he first cheated with Frankie in May 2018 and the sex offender was in April 2019. I told them I was filing a police report and that probation would require a copy of it eventually. They said they would save the file and allowed me a thumb drive of both days to submit with my police report. Within a month the sex offender was locked up again. TWO DOWN.
I also filed a police report against the Frankie guy. The police said it was a relatively minor infraction but since it was across from a school playground and skate park they would follow up but there would be no jail time. I researched the hell out of Frankie and called him to confront him. He was smug and admitted to knowing about me the whole time. What he didn’t know is that I had found out he had a job that required a security clearance and he had several judgements against him and collection agencies had been looking for him. I didn’t know why they couldn’t find him and just garnish his wages, but it ends up he was Hispanic and had two last names and was a Jr., plus he frequently by his middle name Francisco, Frankie for short…so he got lost in the paperwork confusion. I sent a letter to the collection agencies providing his employer and current location and contact info and then sent a copy of the police report about misdemeanor indecent exposure for which he pled guilty and it was a fine with community service (not considered a sex crime). His wages did get garnished, but only for two paychecks because the misdemeanor was enough for him to lose his security clearance and get fired. THREE DOWN.
Then I contacted Ryan’s family on his mother’s side pretending to be him from his Facebook account making sure they knew he had fucked his cousin. It spread through the family like wildfire and soon his cousin was contacting me because he couldn’t get a hold of Ryan to ask why he would expose what they did. I just laughed and said you shouldn’t screw your cousins, especially when they’re engaged and that he’d messed around in my house, so now it was my turn for payback. FOUR DOWN.
Lastly, I had already stopped payment but since he was so close to finishing I was sure his family would bail him out and pay the university. Like I said, indecent exposure is usually a slap on the wrist type misdemeanor. However, I remembered some of the paperwork he signed to be a mandated reporter that you could lose teaching certification for “documented acts of moral turpitude.” I sent a copy of both police reports from the parking lot with still shots from the security footage clearly showing Ryan’s face to the school district he’d been student teaching in and a copy to the Commission on Teacher Credentials. FIFTH AND FINAL DOWN!
Admittedly, I did all this out of anger but he shattered my sense of self-worth and made me incredibly bitter and untrusting after years of being generous and supporting him. Everywhere I looked in the town I thought of Ryan and the cheating. I felt a terrible energy in my condo knowing it all happened there. I stayed 9 months and watched all 5 of their lives self-destruct. Then sold my condo (making a nice profit) and relocated to the PNW to start over. One thing that is sad is I found out just recently that his ex-who’s fiancé broke up with him ended up committing suicide several months after I moved. It is too bad that his family was so closed minded to turn on their own son, but in the end, it’s not my fault that he cheated on his fiancé by coming into my home at my fiancé’s invitation to cheat. Suicide is never the answer to ones problems and I hope the fiancée he cheated on doesn't blame herself and that only his family does (as they should).
TLDR: I emotionally and financially supported my ex through college and his teacher credential program for over 7 years only to discover he had cheated on me with 4 different guys, one of them the day after he graduated and then occasionally for nearly two years in my home while I was at work. I took my revenge: My ex lost his career before it even started and our relationship, one AP (affair partner) lost his job and had bill collectors after him, another lost his fiancée and was kicked out, a third was humiliated when his entire family found out he had sex with his cousin and the fourth was put in jail for a violating probation. Lesson: Don't Cheat and Deceive.

I met my ex in 2012, right after he turned 20 and I had just turned 30. I had only dated and been with women exclusively until I came out as bi-sexual at 28. Let’s just say the year I was 29 was a busy year making up for what I missed out on. It was mostly casual hookups (yes, safe) and I did try dating 2 different guys for a few weeks, but it just never worked out or got serious. I kinda figured that I’d probably end up marrying a woman or not getting married at all because I just didn’t see myself catching romantic and sexual feelings for a guy. Then I met Ryan. From the first date it was just like the only other time in my life I had fallen in love…butterflies, constantly thinking about him, wanting to spend every moment with him. He fell for me hard too and we became an item, though he did say while he considered my bisexuality a turn on, because he had a thing for straight guys, it also gave him pause because of my desires for the opposite sex and his concern it may lead me astray. I thought about it and understood it was a legitimate worry, but assured him that I couldn’t even think about anyone else because I was really into him. Note: I knew he was the one by the end of the first month and I was in love, but I wasn’t going to say these things too soon and risk scaring him off.
On our first date he admitted to me that he was legally blind due to a genetic disorder and that it was progressive and eventually he would only have a sliver of his peripheral vision. He immediately said he understood if I didn’t want to see him again because no other guy had wanted to date him and be his driver all of the time. I grew up with a brother in a wheelchair who never learned how to walk or talk due to misdiagnosed meningitis at 6 months old back in the 70s. I told him that and said that what my brother had was a severe disability, so in my perspective, his blindness had no effect in my feelings and that always being the driver was a small sacrifice just to be with him.
The following years were bliss. We brought out the best in each other. My family who was surprised, but very supportive when I came out, adored Ryan and treated him like family and said that I acted happier since we’d been together. When I met him he was working part-time in retail and had done very poorly in high school because he lost a lot of his confidence as his vision deteriorated. I told him that one thing I did insist on was that he do something with his life because he had too much to offer and that I would help. He said that he’d wanted to be a teacher but didn’t think someone with limited vision could teach….nonsense. So I put him through community college for 2 years, then 2.5 years of a local university and finally the 1 year teacher certification program as required by California. I drove countless miles and paid hundreds in public transportation costs for him, never blinking an eye or complaining.
We’d been together for 7.5 years and were engaged to be married in October by the time he was in his last semester of his teaching certification which involved him student teaching at his former high school with his favorite teacher from his days in school. Then the pandemic hit and schools closed. Fortunately he’d had enough hours in the classroom that he would still qualify to be certified after the Governor issued a waiver via executive order. On the 3rd day of the stay at home order in March my life crumbled when I innocently found out he had cheated on me with an ex all because he handed his phone to me to show me something on Instagram. I accidentally fat thumbed the back arrow when he gave it to me taking me back to a list of all his messages. I looked and recognized the name of his ex as the second message, dated a week ago. I clicked on it and my heart sank. Directions to my house, pictures, dirty talk, and reassuring him not to worry about me because he had my location on my “Find My Friends,” just in case I came home from work.
I immediately started screaming demanding to know everything and he admitted to having his ex over twice for sex and that they didn’t use protection (his ex was engaged to his gf during this, adding another victim). Then he admitted to sleeping with his straight but curious recently single cousin (by marriage) twice, again no protection. Finally he admitted to sleeping with a supposedly straight guy he and many of my cousins went to school with who I told Ryan I really didn’t like him or want them talking because I didn’t trust him after what I'd read about him. Since they were never close friends I didn’t feel like this was a big sacrifice or that I was being too controlling AND I assumed that he knew why I (and all my cousins) felt that way, but didn’t bother repeating it. The reason was after high school at age 20 this guy was convicted of sexual assault and penetration with a foreign object against a 16 year old girl and had gone to jail and required to register as a sex offender for life. Apparently my ex was the only person in his graduating class that hadn’t heard that news. All of this happened in my home while I was working. We spent the whole weekend crying with me asking over and over why and him repeatedly crying and saying he just didn’t know and that he felt terrible.
Monday comes around and anger started being as common as sadness and I made a comment that said I was going to pull all the phone records going back the 3 years that AT&T kept them (for a fee). Only when he heard that did he admit to one more guy. Some random named Frankie off the gay hookup app Grindr who was the first guy he cheated with and continued to casually hookup with for nearly 2 years with the last time being in February (the month before). He told me how it started. Get this – it was the DAY AFTER his graduation with his BA in May 2018 and he was drunk from celebrating and wanted to have sex. I too had been celebrating with him and said I was too drunk to perform and said I’d make it up the next day, then passed out asleep on the couch. Apparently he was “angry horny” because he downloaded Grindr, chatted with this Frankie fellow and arranged to have sex in his car in a church parking lot across the street from our condo (which happens to be across the street from a school…this fact is important later), all while I slept on the couch. All the times they hooked up after that was again in my condo while I was working or visiting a friend for the night up the coast (he used to love going but started saying he couldn’t occasionally because of “homework” and “studying.”
I absolutely lost it, told him to get in the car and I drove him to his family’s house so he could tell them what he did so they understood why he was moving back into their house. While he was in the house I was in the driveway on the phone with AT&T ordering the 3 years worth of detailed call/text logs, then made an appointment to be screened for STIs. I suspended his service until he could figure out how to pay for his own damn phone, then , deleted the social media accounts he cheated with and to make sure he couldn't hide more evidence I temporarily changed all his passwords so only I would have access to his cloud. I also called the bank and issued a stop payment on his final tuition check that I had sent to the certification program the week before and hadn’t hit the bank yet. Before deleting his social media, except Facebook, I took screenshots of the entire Instagram conversation with his ex and mailed the conversation to his fiancée, who deserved to know so she could see a doctor and get tested too. His family was very religious and had kicked him out in high school for 3 days when he tried to admit he was bi and only took him back in when he took it back. Needless to say, she ended it, he got kicked out. ONE DOWN.
He came back out to the car and we went home. I took his house key and told him to say goodbye to our 3 pets and get packing. The entire time he packed I studied those phone records to find out dates, times and if there was anyone else he was leaving out. He answered every question I asked and it was then that I discovered that the sex offender and he had only had oral sex in my home and that the actual sex was in the same parking lot he screwed the Frankie guy in.
The wheels started turning and the next day I went over there and sure enough spotted a camera. I spoke to a secretary at the church and informed them about a registered sex offender having sex in their lot and that not only was it a violation of his parole for indecent exposure, but that he was not allowed to be that close to a school and I provided the date. I was in luck! They had a digital two year loop system that started deleting day by day after it had been retained for 2 years +1 day. It was April 2020 and he first cheated with Frankie in May 2018 and the sex offender was in April 2019. I told them I was filing a police report and that probation would require a copy of it eventually. They said they would save the file and allowed me a thumb drive of both days to submit with my police report. Within a month the sex offender was locked up again. TWO DOWN.
I also filed a police report against the Frankie guy. The police said it was a relatively minor infraction but since it was across from a school playground and skate park they would follow up but there would be no jail time. I researched the hell out of Frankie and called him to confront him. He was smug and admitted to knowing about me the whole time. What he didn’t know is that I had found out he had a job that required a security clearance and he had several judgements against him and collection agencies had been looking for him. I didn’t know why they couldn’t find him and just garnish his wages, but it ends up he was Hispanic and had two last names and was a Jr., plus he frequently by his middle name Francisco, Frankie for short…so he got lost in the paperwork confusion. I sent a letter to the collection agencies providing his employer and current location and contact info and then sent a copy of the police report about misdemeanor indecent exposure for which he pled guilty and it was a fine with community service (not considered a sex crime). His wages did get garnished, but only for two paychecks because the misdemeanor was enough for him to lose his security clearance and get fired. THREE DOWN.
Then I contacted Ryan’s family on his mother’s side pretending to be him from his Facebook account making sure they knew he had fucked his cousin. It spread through the family like wildfire and soon his cousin was contacting me because he couldn’t get a hold of Ryan to ask why he would expose what they did. I just laughed and said you shouldn’t screw your cousins, especially when they’re engaged and that he’d messed around in my house, so now it was my turn for payback. FOUR DOWN.
Lastly, I had already stopped payment but since he was so close to finishing I was sure his family would bail him out and pay the university. Like I said, indecent exposure is usually a slap on the wrist type misdemeanor. However, I remembered some of the paperwork he signed to be a mandated reporter that you could lose teaching certification for “documented acts of moral turpitude.” I sent a copy of both police reports from the parking lot with still shots from the security footage clearly showing Ryan’s face to the school district he’d been student teaching in and a copy to the Commission on Teacher Credentials. FIFTH AND FINAL DOWN!
Admittedly, I did all this out of anger but he shattered my sense of self-worth and made me incredibly bitter and untrusting after years of being generous and supporting him. Everywhere I looked in the town I thought of Ryan and the cheating. I felt a terrible energy in my condo knowing it all happened there. I stayed 9 months and watched all 5 of their lives self-destruct. Then sold my condo (making a nice profit) and relocated to the PNW to start over. One thing that is sad is I found out just recently that his ex-who’s fiancé broke up with him ended up committing suicide several months after I moved. It is too bad that his family was so closed minded to turn on their own son, but in the end, it’s not my fault that he cheated on his fiancé by coming into my home at my fiancé’s invitation to cheat. Suicide is never the answer to ones problems and I hope the fiancée he cheated on doesn't blame herself and that only his family does (as they should).
TLDR: I emotionally and financially supported my ex through college and his teacher credential program for over 7 years only to discover he had cheated on me with 4 different guys, one of them the day after he graduated and then occasionally for nearly two years in my home while I was at work. I took my revenge: My ex lost his career before it even started and our relationship, one AP (affair partner) lost his job and had bill collectors after him, another lost his fiancée and was kicked out, a third was humiliated when his entire family found out he had sex with his cousin and the fourth was put in jail for a violating probation. Lesson: Don't Cheat and Deceive.

I was thinking about getting into teaching but I was wondering what I would make? I have my masters in a biological science field. Does any one know how much I might make as a science and math high school teacher?

Hello po. Pwede po bang ma nullify yung singed Job Contract ng new company because of a background check that I think I did not pass? The 3rd party background check provider ng new company asked if pwede ba nilang tawagan yung current employer ko if I already resigned to which I said "I am still going to hand in my resignation letter so the school does not know I am resigning as of this moment". The thing is di pa ako nagsend ng resignation letter since I am waiting for the half of my may 30 salary on June 15. For context, I am a teacher and classes ended at may 30. Clearance purpose why half of the salary was on hold.
Edit: No starting date given in contract because I have to pass background check first.

We have been awarded a Best Brand award from Korea Times as the top school in Junior Education for the past eight years. POLY students have won numerous awards in national English aptitude tests, and every student must pass a strict entrance test before being allowed to join our academy. This is a terrific program to work in and we are offering excellent compensation packages!!
Job Overview: • Monthly Salary: 2.6 million KRW – 3.2 million KRW (depending on work experience) • Office Hours: Monday, Wednesday, Friday: 9:00am- 6:00pm / Tuesday, Thursday: 9:00am-6:45pm • Level: Kindergarten - Elementary • Number of Positions: 1 Position • Contract Duration: Full-Time for one year Benefits and Compensation Package: • One-way airfare provided if the applicant is flying from abroad. • Free Single Furnished Housing or housing allowance provided. • Pension bonus. • Paid vacation plus National Holidays. • Fixed, scheduled teaching blocks. • Severance Bonus: Upon completion of 12-month contract. • Medical Coverage Provided. • No internet/telephone lessons. • No split shifts.
Qualifications: Be a native English speaker and a teacher Hold a minimum bachelor’s degree from an accredited university from English speaking countries Have a clean criminal record from your country Enthusiasm for teaching with an outgoing personality Willingness to cooperate and be a part of a growing team The ideal applicant: The ideal applicant holds a degree in Education, English, Communications, or Linguistics. It is best if he/she has some teaching experience, or at least experience working with young children. He/she is a blend of 3 main ingredients: love, discipline, and intelligence. Korean children are a bit more fragile han their Western cousins, and a little love goes a long way. We used to describe this quality as gentleness, but found that teachers can appear gentle without giving themselves to students, so we emphasize that the teachers must really care for the students. Discipline is required not only to keep up our tight schedule, but also to keep your students disciplined (while still remaining gentle!). There are so many reasons why intelligence is required, but we hope most are obvious. He/she knows that this is a job and not a vacation, despite being far from home. Many people make EFL a career, and we expect such dedication. Above all else, he/she must love being around children because that is what it’s all about. Additional required qualities are self-motivation, inquisitiveness, punctuality, a desire for learning, and professionalism. If you are interested in applying for one of these positions, please submit your resume and recent photo to:
[[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]) or call us at 02-6285-2909.