I agreed to volunteer at an annual fundraiser for a center that provides services to children with special needs and their families, on behalf of my library. I was there to read to kids. I had a colorful rug, some bean bags, and a crap load of books. It is one of those chili and chowder competitions, with crafts and activities for kids, plus auctions. It's held in a facility with terrible acoustics. While it only ran from 11-2, I had to get there at 9 to set up. It exceeded my expectations, which were pretty low. I've done it for a few years, but this was the best yet. I did end up reading this book over and over, but I had a captive audience, which was nice.
Maybe I should have become a teacher. I have a Masters in Education, although it was in research. I've never actually taught in a classroom. I remember taking a test in the guidance counselor's office at my high school. You answered lots of questions and it spit out possible careers. I think teacher was actually one of them, but it also could have said waste management. I don't remember. I also wonder what it would be like in public health or horticultural therapy. My mother was a nurse, and so was Lars'. Motherhood, nursing and teaching used to be the top 3 professions, but now it seems endless, but also short term. I get restless, but always feel bound to duty. I read books about people who pull up stakes and wander, and while I find it fascinating I couldn't quite commit myself to do it.
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I am still digging the entrepreneurial bagel bookshop thing for you somehow. I also have wanderlust, and hope someday I get to indulge it again.
It's great to have dreams.
Teaching is one of those professions where you get little credit for what you do, but when you do get that credit, it means the world. I chose not to pursue it after college, but only because I didn't feel ready, and with the job I have right now, it's incredibly rewarding to know that I'm helping someone.
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