It was finally time for Mildred to go out into the world of work. After three years of studying at Weirdsister College to achieve her qualification from the Witches Guild and another two years of extra study she was happy to say that she had finally managed to qualify as an Abstract Art teacher.
Mildred was aware of the harsh reality when it came to teaching. She had spent a month teaching at Pentangle's Academy under the watchful, beady eyes of Miss Pentangle herself. Miss Pentangle was a harsh woman but she was very kind, deep down. She had the best interest of all of her students at heart. Mildred admired this about Miss Pentangle and wanted to channel some of that energy into her own practice as a teacher.
Now Mildred was living on her own in a studio flat. She had moved to the suburbs of Cambridge after she had graduated from Weirdsister College, leaving everything behind apart from Tabby, her beloved grey and black tabby cat and a few of her old spell books and paintings for her portfolio. Her flat was... "cosy", the estate agent had called it. She had a sofa which she pulled out on a night to make a bed. When she did this the end of it touched her desk making sleeping with any kind of comfort nearly impossible. She had bookshelves filled with beaten, heavily worn books next to a TV unit with an old television set on it. The building had a communal bathroom, which meant that she had to be up bright and early in order to enjoy a nice, long, warm shower on a morning.
On a rainy, Thursday afternoon in June Mildred was sat on her sofa, Tabby on her knee, working on her curriculum vitae (or CV as most people call it). She had listed all of her qualifications down; her PGCE, her Witches Higher Certificate, her qualifications from the Witches Guild... but with little to no experiences as a teacher, apart from that month she spent at Pentangle's, Mildred doubted she would ever actually find a decent job in any kind of establishment requiring an art teacher. Employers she had contacted had only ever been interested in candidates with experience. But how was she meant to get any experience without getting a job in the first place?
She sighed to herself, rubbing her temples and putting her CV to one side. She scratched behind Tabby's ears and found her eyes wandering over to her desk, where her many files and portfolios were stacked haphazardly on top of one another. Then she spotted the newspaper propped up against one of the many teacups dotted around her flat. She summoned it by magic and flicked to the jobs page, praying silently to herself as she did so, hoping against hope that she would find something...
Art Teacher Required
Our school is looking for a new art teacher to start in the new term (this September). The potential candidate must be efficient in all artistic styles and class management, as well as supporting other members of staff during staff meetings. WHC and PGCE certifications are vital to be considered for this role.
Mildred smiled to herself as she stood up to grab a pen and an envelope from her desk, sending Tabby onto the floor with a thud. She scribbled down the address onto the plain white envelope and folded up her CV and slotted it neatly inside. Now to run down to the post office, cross her fingers and hope for the best.
