A friend steered me today toward a video from a public meeting in my town, in which a woman stood before a microphone imploring school officials to let her exercise her Constitutional right to hire any teacher she wants to tutor her kids. Holy cow. THIS is a woman with no real problems in life.
I watched this foolishness unfold after having spent time on the phone yesterday discussing with his lead teacher my younger son's Voc 2 assessment, in which his IQ was pegged at about 45, and his future prospects for gainful employment were noted as being pretty darn poor, at least based on where he is now.
And then there's another child of mine, walking a rocky path these days. My heart cracks with anguish over some of the struggles, though I also know this is the terrain of that horror chamber known as middle school.
Work challenges from all angles, but I embrace the challenges, because they inspire me to get over, under and around the hurdles, and give me ample opportunity to feel gratitude that my job is not a leisurely, brain-killing stroll from one meeting to another, from one call to another, from one bout of paper processing to another.
I am so in need of a vacation that I can feel it in my teeth. But that's not coming for a while. So I'll live off of caffeine and the hope that I won't be too dog tired to appreciate time off when I actually take some.
I try to find time to daydream about the life I would construct if I could. But when I do, while it has shades of difference from the life I have, the essential features remain unchanged. I don't believe in that nonsense about God giving folks what they can handle. That's just a load of theological horse shit, in my opinion. But speaking of the Constitution, I do believe that some of us just aren't constitutionally cut out to whine about nonsense. We know we don't have time for that, because we've got important people and things to tend to.
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