I'm holding out...

The eyes are itchy and quite red, but I am holding out.  I've got things to do today and don't need to spend the day at home blindfolded and wandering in my front yard to keep from going nuts.

a photo from a long time ago science center summer program. Took
then around the center for about an hour and had them experience the
world without their eye sight.  I'm a little skittish about doing
that anymore.

I find myself thinking ahead to my time at Clermont Middle.

Never believed I would ever go there.

Now I am.  Yes, I'm a bit dubious about it.  Change is like that for me, as 

I believe said only yesterday.  I want this one to work and must be careful 

about assuming things.  That tendency to overreact to things....I have to

steer clear of that.

There will be challenges.  New State, new school, whole new situation. 

I've been away from the classroom, full time, for four years.  Sure, I've

keep my hand in, sort of, but subbing isn't the same as having your own

classroom.  Neither is doing a summer program for little girls, although

that one is close.  Do I still have the skills?  The coping skills?

When I visited the Thompsons last week, Julie reaffirmed that she feels

I am "dumb" for going back to the classroom but Jim told me I should

go back because, in his words, I am "good at it" and changed his daughter's

life.  Hyperbole, I am sure, but I appreciate the affirmation. 

There are bound to be some Kristen's and joy's to complicate life. Every 

school has them.  But this time I shall not bow down to them or tolerate

their horse dung.  I don't plan to be ugly, either, unless the antagonists

insist on it.  I am hoping they don't. Again, I have to guard against

overreacting.  It would be easy to do. I have plenty of experience.

One the Assistants principals is a published author and has said he will

try and hook me up with the right people. That would be a blessing.

Currently watching Letters to God from Netflix.  Thought I had seen it but

now suspect I have not.  It's about a young boy who is stricken with 

cancer.  I've a feeling he won't survive.  It reminds me of Val.

Yeah, it also reminds me of my own mortality.  Not that it scares me.  It actually doesn't. Some 

might find that odd and maybe it is.  My most profound fear?  That I won't accomplish what I am supposed to, won't use the "gifts" I have to the degree I should.

The parable of the talents.

Funny how much bible a fallen away catholic remembers. 

Blessed  Sacrament Church.  It's a Catholic church in Clermont.  Might try to recycle my faith there.  There is more than one priest there. Perhaps I will find one who isn't a reactionary.

This upcoming opportunity (and that is what it is) is rife with possibilities. I want to take advantage.

Republicans are evil.

Seldom do I make such absolute statements, but watching them in action leaves me little choice.

Democracy has become an endangered species....