Well, I got a job.
That is new, though it feels as if I’ve
been stuck in it for years already. Being a teacher is a blessing and a curse.
Or more, it’s like being married ( I imagine) you have your good days and your
not-so-good-ones. And you have those dies where you just want to hiss and spit
like a cat and days were you want to crawl into bed, cradling the cat and never
ever get back up. But you do, of course, trudging on day out and day in (and
yes, I am aware I am ranting, it’s my blog and I’ll rant if I want to).
The most astute will notice that being a teacher is a very
Cat-Lady like profession (and I even have the hat to match), though it is an
occupation that has a distinct lack of cats in it. I try to weave one in at every opportunity. I
have at least five cat pictures on my desk, a Hello Kitty cup, pen and
key-chain and cats on my desktop wallpaper.
Despite this woeful inadequacy of
cat-like paraphernalia on my desk, I still maintain a small, -small- glimmer of
hope that my co-workers haven’t already dismissed me as the crazy cat-lady (I
dare not think of the students!). After all, my evaluation is due soon and
being “crazy” is not an adjective you want your employer to associate you
with-even if it’s followed by “cat-lady”.
