In a Past Life...

So, despite any preconceptions you might have about my writing abilities, I have an English degree. Clearly, I don't always use it, but I have it. It's in a box in Chris' office right now. It should be in the safe, but I think there's this little part of me that's ok with not keeping it protected from fire.

I have a love-hate relationship with it because I used it to teach high school for three years before I had my baby. And, to use a popular quote from literature, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."

There were so many amazing things that happened during that period in my life. One student that I taught is actually still a big part of my life, as both my friend and the munchkin's babysitter. More than a babysitter, actually- I pay her to play with the kiddo while I work. She's part of the family now, so I am very grateful for that.

As for the worst of times, I worked under an administration that was at times disrespectful to teachers and very difficult to work with on a regular basis. I had a few students who were difficult (to say the least- you may have read about Brody Laswell when blogs all over the world picked up on his story!), and I was really ready for a change when the time came.

I have the deepest respect for those who choose to teach- it doesn't pay enough (I don't care what anyone says!), and it's a job that consumes you. I raise my glass to teachers this fine morning. And may I say, it's fine because I didn't get up at six, and I'm working in pajamas!



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