I've recently started to miss my job a bit.
"WHAT?!" Dan said when I told him. "Are you inSANE?!"
It's true I didn't really like my job at all last year. I dreaded going to it, and I was treated terribly by some administrators and parents.
But it's been six months since the baby was born, so I'm predictably under-stimulated. This is true even though I'm incredibly busy and helpful to my family in my current capacity.
I talked to my teaching friend Rachel about it on the phone this morning. She was between classes, sitting at her desk in her classroom.
"Oh, Kace,!" she said, when I confessed a certain wistfulness about educating the youth of America. "You cannot POSSIBLY be thinking of returning to THIS PLACE!"
Then, she regaled me with an appalling story about cheating. Today at 3:15 she'll have to meet with the dad of the cheater, who is an attorney and is staunchly defending the red-handed student, before the start of winter break. While she was telling me about it, she had to take a break to yell, "STOP WALKING ON THE DESKS!!!" to her sophomore class.
So, okay. Household Managing seems preferable to THAT.
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On those rare occasions that I think I might be missing teaching, I think about the time I spent my lunch hour fishing through one of those huge, nasty lunchroom garbage cans looking for a kid's retainer. It puts things in perspective pretty quickly.
Meeting with Lawyer Dad was terrible--over an hour long of this guy spewing crap at two administrators and me. Ugh.
Sadly, the walking on desks wasn't out of the ordinary. In fact, I probably wouldn't have yelled or even really noticed, except that two kids were doing it, instead of one.
You don't miss that job. I know you don't.
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