I've been taking a little time off from the jewelry because I'm starting a new (part-time) job. The kind you get paid for. And unlike my last they-give-me-money-in-exchange-for-work situation, I can't wear my PJs and bunny slippers for this one. It requires actually leaving the house. Looking presentable. And like I know something more interesting than how to make a PB&J sandwich or get dirt stains out of someone's favorite pants after a dust up on the playground.
In my pre-Big and Little life, I was a teacher. A college professor, specifically. Just about 12 years ago, when I was pregnant with Big, my husband got the job of his dreams and we ended up moving to another state. The husband moved first since I was mid-semester at the time. We'd talked about me being a stay at home mom, at least for the first couple of years, and I was looking forward to that. Which worked out, since once I'd finished up and followed him to the new abode, I looked sort of like I'd swallowed a large basketball and wasn't really in top interviewing form anyway.
Years later, a good friend asked me to be her "Discussion Leader" for an on-line class she was teaching. Basically I helped out with grading, facilitating the required on-line discussions as needed, answering questions. All from the comfort of my home office (hence the PJs and slippers!), with most of the heavy lifting related to course design and content on somebody else's plate. Did that a few times and it was a great experience. Different from traditional brick and mortar teaching but not in a bad way.
Now that Big and Little are
I have nightmares in which my classroom looks something like this -
I'd forgotten how much work goes into this. Creating a syllabus. Coming up with assignments that actually teach something but don't bore the students into a coma. Timing. I have no idea how much I can/should pack into 115 minutes. How much will they talk? What do I do if they don't talk? That means *I* have to talk!
Now I have a headache and am definitely freaked out. The good news is that means I've got nowhere to go but up. Wish me luck!