What She Wore: Khaki capris; black and tan polka dot shirt with a v-neck; black strappy sandals.
Sorry about the last post. Something about being home just puts you back in those old habits–one of them is whining about your mother. She has, in fact, been very supportive–especially when I talk about all the granola parenting techniques I’m interested in. And she’s not the only one with the advice–every person we talk to has an idea about where Hub should apply for jobs, where we should live, etc., etc.
But all the noise is really helping the Hub and I get some focus about what WE want–the rest of the world be damned. And a visit home makes you notice all the things that you like and dislike about your hometown.
Have I mentioned that I’m a glutton for punishment? I got an e-mail about a new program they’re doing in New Orleans–they’re recruiting teachers and non-teachers from all over the country to come and work in the Charter schools that have been created in the wake of Katrina. New Orleans had a failing school district before the storm, and then they lost resources, man power, and weeks of school. The program is like the Peace Corps, but in this country, or if you’ve heard of Teach for America–very similar. The website, teachnola.org, describes the ideal candidate: anyone who wants to address educational inequalities. They’re looking for people to teach math, science, foreign language, music, special education and high school English. It’s like they printed the ad with my name on it!!! Educational inequalities? Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt. Math? check. Science? check? Special Ed? check. High school English—well, I haven’t actually taught that, but that’s my area of certification.
I’m using all the energy I have not to apply. But if stay-at-home mom doesn’t work for me–you know right where to find me: working in a place where I feel needed. I’m a junkie or something.