I found this on a jump drive I found in a jewelry box I found in the closet in the house
that Jack built where I live.
It just goes to show how much I’ve changed in my love of cover-letter-writing in the last four years. Or ever.
Dear Ms. B—,
Cover letters *edited to save your precious eyes*. Save yourself some time and read my resume. It has all the information you need, and this just ends up being repetitive. But if you insist. . .
It would be fun to help open a new museum.
I like to teach people.
I am good at writing lesson plans.
I have dealt with a variety of people via my teaching experiences, from first grade to
seventh eighth grade students, parents (both disgruntled and otherwise), colleagues, and supervisors with a wide array of administrative styles.*
I like museums. Especially the kind with bones. You don’t have bones at your museum, but that’s cool; I’ll work for you anyways.
I am a good writer, despite what you may see in this letter.
I have a degree in education, as well as a current VA teaching license.
I have lots of leadership experience.
I have taught other adults in a volunteer capacity.
I like doing volunteer work and would like to find a job that allows me to help others expand their volunteer experiences.*
Love and kisses,
These, I believe are what I started with, and if tweaked slightly, would be somewhere near the neighborhood of acceptable. See, I did have good intentions when I wrote this.