And Still She Persisted…

I am nothing if not persistent I think to myself as I walk into an NYC Department of Education (DOE) school as a teacher almost seven years after leaving the DOE and – more importantly – over two years of fighting and struggling to get back in.

I have auditioned for “100,000 Pyramid” and “Wheel of Fortune” multiple times. I have made it to the final casting round on Wheel. I am still hoping and waiting to get that call! I googled the address for Wheel and sent thank you cards to the producers with “The Gays of Our Lives” magnets. Hustling for freelance gigs I reach out numerous times asking about upcoming opportunities. I email school secretaries often to let them know my availability for the next week. I have been trying to win the NYC Housing Lottery for years, applying to 298 buildings since 2019. Hopefully this persistence is gonna start paying off soon!

Back to the DOE. Picture it. Williamsburg. 2018. (will try to give the shortened version) After a nightmare few years of working in a middle school with an Assistant Principal who literally disliked pretty much everything I did and said, I reached my breaking point and just quit. This was not a great time in my life, with much family strife among other things.

For years, teaching was the one constant in my life where I was good at something. I had amazing experiences at all three schools I worked in previously. A coach of the year award, some merit-based grants, excellent relationships with co-workers, students, and parents, many of whom I am still in touch with today. Cut to NYC and the ‘idiot savant’ (IS) and I crossed paths. The IS (nickname given to her years before I arrived) was my Assistant Principal, and from day one it was obvious she did not like me. She was openly rude and condescending. Positive feedback was rarely – if ever – given. My observations were scored the lowest of the lows – but only by her – other administrators gave me higher marks. After years of constant battles, after years of being punched down day after day I had nothing left in the tank to give.

Covid hit a few months later, and I found work in different fields. Got to write for Instinct Magazine for one. During a failed move back to Florida, I suddenly found myself longing to get back to the classroom. Upon arriving back in NYC I found substitute work for private schools as well as a job teaching STEM classes. I saw a flyer that the DOE was having a substitute hiring fair. I  met with three principals there. All three hired me on the spot. However, unbeknownst to me there were gonna be speed bumps ahead.

“PLEASE NOTE YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED TO WORK IN ANY POSITION FOR THE NYCDOE OR ONE OF ITS VENDORS WITHOUT THE REQUIRED SECURITY CLEARANCE FROM THIS OFFICE.” On March 12th 2025, an email arrived from the investigation office of the DOE. Documents were requested. I sent a written statement, three references, a photo of a teacher of the year certificate and a photo of the coach of the year plaque. On May 7th – three months later another email arrived stating: “Please be advised your investigation is complete and you have been granted security clearance”. Yay! But nope another speed bump.

The hiring window for the 24-25 school year closed on May 3rd, four days earlier. Not only could I not be hired but – wait for it – I had to start all over again in August. UGH. Fast forward a few months. I got myself nominated. Again. I got hired. Again. I took all the required workshops. Which cost $200. And yet another speed bump.

The same email arrived. The same investigation began. I sent all the same documents. Only this time the outcome was that the nomination was rescinded. The person on the phone told me they could not tell me why the nomination was rescinded or by whom.

“WHAT? This seems really unfair. I was previously cleared and now I’m not, and there is no explanation?” I fired back.

I had already been subbing throughout NYC for a year. All we ever hear is that the city is desperate for teachers, and I can’t even get a job as a substitute? WTF.

I sent emails to the United Federation of Teachers. I sent emails to the first investigator asking him to intervene and clear me. He never replied. I called the substitute teacher disciplinary unit asking to file an appeal. I was told that the decision is final. They advised me to apply AGAIN next year.

Turns out my DOE file had a U on it: UNSATISFACTORY. A U rating means you are unhirable. Forever.

I could not for the life of me figure out what on Earth was in my file. What could I have done to be deemed unhirable forever? I was pretty sure the idiot savant former AP of mine blackballed me.

It was because I quit and did not give a full 30 days’ notice. Talk about the punishment not fitting the crime.

Hopefully the third time is gonna be the charm. Repeat all above steps. Only difference this time is that in my personal statement I added – “I regret that I quit without giving the required 30 days’ notice and I would not make that same mistake again.” I knew as I was writing those sentences they were gonna be the words that got me back in.

The email arrived on September 8, 2026 “Your appeal for reconsideration has been approved.” BOOYAH! FINALLY!

Whether it’s auditioning for game shows, chasing freelance assignments, applying for the housing lottery, or trying to get back into a classroom, I’ve learned that persistence is not necessarily about getting a yes the first time. Or the second. Or even the third. Sometimes it’s about hearing no, asking why, regrouping, and finding another way to knock on the door. And sometimes, it’s about knocking on that door so many times that you start to wonder if you should just bring a sleeping bag. And if the DOE thought they could keep me out of the classroom forever, all I can say is –

AND STILL SHE PERSISTED!!!

THE CONCRETE JUNGLE

Greetings readers, Robby from Brooklyn here reporting on the one-month anniversary of moving back to NYC from Fort Lauderdale. It seems kind of poetic that the snow is falling on this day. The snow is light enough that it is pretty. Growing up near the beach on Long Island I love all things ocean and water. I am shocked at the next sentence I am going to write:

I am much happier in the frigid January NYC cold, and I do mean frigid than I was in the July, August, and September brutal heat of South Florida.

That being said, I am quite happy to report that this has been an EXCELLENT four weeks of assimilating back to NYC life. Professionally, socially, physically, mentally – everything has just been better for me here.

Professionally obviously the job market here is better than in Fort Lauderdale. I was just shocked at how much better. Since December 4th – 30 days ago – I have applied to more than 100 jobs on Indeed. (I would be lucky to apply for 10 jobs a month in FLL.) These range from teaching and tutoring jobs to seasonal and holiday work. I have also applied for remote data entry jobs. (I can type really fast it’s my superpower.) Out of all these applications I have had at least eight interviews with two job offers. Both in education, and part-time. One is working as a substitute teacher for the 241 private, charter, independent schools throughout the five boroughs with the pay nearing $200 a day. By comparison, substitute teachers in FLL made $15 an hour. Big difference. HUGE! 

I also got a gig teaching STEAM (science, technology, engineering, art, music) classes to K-5 students after school. This English teacher is broadening his skill set. I didn’t mention the fact that I failed my high school Pyschics Regent test back in the day. (The test was actually after graduation and since I had already committed to an out-of-state school a NY Regents Diploma wasn’t something I needed.) As January continues and schools are starting up again my phone has been ringing more and more – a much-needed boost to my teaching ego. 

You can’t be in NYC without taking advantage of the theater. I’ve seen three shows already, tickets all discounted. Today Tix and BroadwayBox.com are two great sites for finding cheaper tickets to Broadway shows. “Hells Kitchen,” the Alicia Keys penned musical was very good, but a very long two hours and 40 minutes. That’s exactly the length of the glorious Wicked movie, which I also saw and loved – even if it was 15 minutes too long. Hello adult ADHD.  I also got to see “The Big Gay Jamboree,” and “Eureka Day” both campy, both hysterical. Both the perfect amount of time: 90 minutes no intermission. 

I was at a live broadcast of “The View.” a few mornings ago. The luminous Brooke Shields was the guest.  For future reference when coming to NYC 1iota.com is where you can request FREE tickets to all of the talk shows that film here like “The Drew Barrymore Show,” “The Kelly Clarkson Show,” “Late Night with Stephen Colbert,” and “The Daily Show” just to name a few.

Socially, my friend group/support system is substantially larger here – and unlike in Florida – constantly growing. Contrary to the stereotype I found people much friendlier, much more open and inclusive.

I got to attend the Gays Against Guns holiday party. Check out our brand new relaunched website at gaysagainstguns.org. A grim fact: The Gun Violence Archive reports that each day in America 118 people are killed with a gun. Those 118 people arent just a number. They are boyfriends, husbands, sisters, friends, mothers, and fathers just gone in an instant. All because of a gun. 

I also got to attend my friends Donald and Dennis’s annual Christmas party. The two are longtime partners in love AND business. They own the fabulous Silberfuchs clothing company. Catering to the queer community with shirts, hoodies, hats, and tanks with words like QUEER, SNACK, VINTAGE, and DADDY, the party was literally hot guy central. Speaking of snacks the homemade desserts were FAB! 

Finally, giving back is a hallmark in my life, not just during the holidays but all year long. One morning very soon after my move back, I found myself in the Gods Love We Deliver kitchen helping the extraordinary staff and volunteers pack meals for those in need. GLWD has served a staggering 40 million since it opened its doors in 1985!  I also started volunteering with SAGE helping to serve dinner to our older queer brothers and sisters. We owe them a huge debt of gratitude. They walked so we could run. And it’s fun! 

Well readers that’s about it for now. I am off to explore my city today. I’ve got the new Lianne Moriarty novel with me. I am ready for my next NYC adventure. Like Maleah Joy Moon sings in her Tony-winning performance in the glorious finale of “Hells Kitchen,” “Concrete jungle where dreams are made of there’s nothing you can’t do. Now you are in New York.” I am in New York! 

(this column originally appeared in the February edition of “Letters from Camp Rehoboth.)