Back to school... sort of.

From the time I was in high school, people have told me I should go into teaching. Mostly it was the teachers at my high school, who I think were trying to a) give my unfocused intellect some direction and b) recruit new members to the cause, and the parents of the kids I taught in swimming lessons. I always resisted, thinking I would hate it. Then I moved in with a teacher, whose brother and sister-in-law are also teachers, and my best friend became a teacher. I was suddenly surrounded by teachers, and all of a sudden I could see what it was like "from the inside," as it were. I watched Trevor marking papers, saw student work, started meeting and spending time with other teachers, and volunteering at the school, chaperoning dances and school trips.

After the demise of the proposed MUN-Dal partnership which seemed to be the perfect program for me, teaching seemed to get pushed to the back burner. This year, Trevor is a literacy coach, so there are fewer stories about classes and students, and no marking being done at home. He (and therefore I) has chaperoned fewer dances this year simply because he is working at three schools instead of one. Combined with a promotion at work, it has all served to push the idea of teaching toward the back of my brain.

However, this weekend my interest was rekindled, through something as simple as a yard sale. The yard sale was put on by the Grade 8 class at one of Trevor's schools to raise money for their class trip. Last year we had gone to the sale and enjoyed it, so this year we decided to buy a table and sell some of our junk. Being at the school, interacting with some of the students, and even helping to carry tables after the sale was over all reminded me how much I have come to like being in the school atmosphere. So much that I didn't even care that we ended up spending more money than we made!

Yet another possibility... sigh.