Here's the Oriental Dragon. He lives in the Dragon Pond, down at the town harbor, outside the (Coffee) Bean. He's the work of a local artist, and recently restored.
That scratchy sound you hear is the rewind button on my life.
It seems I have an opportunity to teach again. Not full time. And nothing that would prevent my homeschooling Julia, which is first priority. It's an adjunct position at a local community college.
Community College teaching is generally a step-up from high school, professionally. The academic freedom and lack of irritating parents is a huge bonus at the college level.
Continuing in my field could be a very smart thing.
They need me and were excited to meet me.
The pay is good and would be a huge help to our budget.
There's always a niggling little part of me inside that wants to teach again. I usually slap it down.
It's part-time and can fit into my schedule. I think. As long as I don't go overboard and become a teaching lunatic, as I usually do.
The teaching is easy -- an evening ESL class to a small group of adults. And maybe another online course in English comp.
I think I might be slipping into laziness at home all the time.
If I don't like it, I can quit after the semester is over.
When I teach, I generally lose my creativity. My energies go into teaching. Not that I've been writing much lately anyway.
I'm worried that it will eat into my family time.
I really need to start writing my 3rd book, and get my 2nd book edited, finished, and published.
Going back into my old field could be a very dumb thing, especially since I'm enjoying the whole writer/soap-maker/crocheter thing.
I hate grading.
I hate grading.
(I won't say that again, but I really could!)
I hate to lose my free time. I don't know how much free time I'll lose. But however much it is, I hate losing it.
I hate making decisions. I'm the patron at the restaurant who takes 10 minutes longer than anyone else to pick a meal, and then regrets what she did pick. So, any constructive words of wisdom out there? My gut tells me I'll teach this semester, because we need the money. But we could certainly survive without it. And last thing: I really, really think it was a God-prompt that got me to check the college website one last time for a position. Makes me nervous.