Even though the heat will hit a sweltering 85-90 today (where was this during our last weeks of August, one might ask) I will remain calm, cool and collected. Why? Because I have a job. Is it the best job in the world? No. Is there such a thing? "Work" is a four-lettered word like all the words I've been shouting at the crazy New York drivers who won't let me get home at the end of the day.
One of the most interesting things about my new job (besides the fact that the school is in the Stone Age) is the commute. I live 9 miles from my job. 9 miles. That's it. Do you know how long it takes me to get home every day? Anywhere from 1 to 2 hours with an average of 1.5 hrs. After dealing with pre-pubescent and newly pubescent 7th and 8th graders, the other drivers are lucky that I keep my windows up.
So, back to the Stone Age-ness of the school... The former principal left about a week or so before school started so the new principal had been on the job for 2 days when I was hired. Yep. 2 days. So, there seemed to be nothing prepared for opening day. Remembering all the complaining we did at VHS over the paperwork, I almost weep. I'd love to have a checklist. The problem with NYC schools is that the right hand doesn't know what it's own pinky is doing, much less what the left hand has got planned. Using bubble sheets for attendance. BUBBLE SHEETS. Is there a more INEFFICIENT use of a teacher's time than BUBBLE SHEETS? It's like a freaking SAT exam every period. And for those of us with hyper-active sweat glands... well, you get the picture.
So, I am thankful I have a job. I am wistful for VHS, especially the sisters-of-my-heart. And I sing in my head the great Cathedrals' classic, "If I can just hold on till tomorrow/If I can just hold on till tomorrow/If I can just hold on till tomorrow/I know the Lord's gonna bring a better day."
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Dear Classy Lady,
ReplyDeleteAlways good to have a song in your heart. You inspired me by your understanding of "calling" and "service." I have been awed by your gracious, patient endurance. All I can do,...the best I can do,...to be with you today is to sit in a spirit of gratitude for the many answers we have received, recounting all His wonderous deeds for us. When you come across some fresh air later today, breathe deeply. Renew and relax. Thsi, too, shall pass.
Dr. Mom,
ReplyDeleteYou're inspiring! I know this is a blessing and a test. I was too complacent and ungrateful. Now, I am grateful for the pittance I get. There is definitely a reason I'm here- all of the prayers- and I do hope to make some sort of difference, even if it's only getting the kids to say "May I" instead of "Can I" :)