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Friday, January 09, 2004
Guns, Germs and Steel
I am back at work today-- nice in some senses. Unfortunately I'm still riding the not-feeling-good wave like a pro, and sort of want to crawl under my desk and sob until someone calls in the guys with the nets and I don't have to worry about it any more, ever. (Do they even have the guys with the nets anymore, or do they just send you to the Mental Ward at County Hospital, where you share a room with Hannibal Lecter?)
I've done some preliminary looking-in to the teacher certification program, and it looks pretty feasible. Now I just have to decide if I want to be a teacher. Would you be interested in a high school level, multi-disciplinary English/Sociology/History teacher who encouraged interactive learning? Would you be pleased if your kid had one, or think, WTF is this?! Field trips to the theater?! Thesis statements?! Who does that woman think she is?
If the weather shapes up as expected, tomorrow morning will be the start of Day 3 stuck at home, playing Xbox and watching the DVDs we got for Christmas. Being holed up here is getting to me, and the absurd policy of my employer, who requires me to use paid leave (vacation, sick time, and the like) for snow days, or just take unpaid time (which I cannot afford to do) is highly annoying.
T.H. can, and will, continue to work from home as usual, with the added extra bonus of a bored spouse who keeps piping up with pointless observances about:
a) the cat
b) the weather
Also included at random are actual possibly-important statements about painting the apartment, the April Wedding Bash, my career worries, and the state of our finances. No warning will be issued before a significant comment, but. of course, T.H. will be held responsible for hearing, remembering, and appropriately-responding to anything of importance.
My mother thinks that if I am going to go back to school and switch careers, I ought to become a high school teacher. This is an slightly odd notion, though not entirely unfamiliar/unexpected/unwelcome. I need to just pick a choice, hold my breath, and jump in, and then see how I like my new career. Yet I hesitate, frightened and indecisive, trying to chose between hedging my bets a bit (I'd be much more employable as a teacher!) and going whole hog, maybe-it'll-work-out idealistic (I might be employable as a free-lance dramaturg without a PhD!). I can't teach college without a PhD, I know, and I don't really think I want to have our lives, and where we chose to live them, entirely dictated by our careers, which makes a job that's more readily-available seem like a good choice.
This whole business is difficult and endless. There ought to be a manual for living life as a grown-up.