The question of what to do next year has been churning around in my head. Ethan must also begin an education of some sort next year. Could I home school 2? Would I want to? For a few insane days I thought perhaps I actually wanted to, and perhaps I could. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I could not would not on a train; I will not will not in the rain. Not in a bar, not on a car, not in a tree SAM LET ME BE! (Sorry, roughly copied from Green Eggs and Ham - my kids favorite book. I'm going a bit insane. Can you tell?)
Well, obviously, homeschooling is not an option. So now what? I have two remaining options. We could do what we WANT to do and put them both in private school. Of course, there is the little problem of tuition! I will need to work in order to pay for them to get into school. I have not worked for 9 years, have zero confidence in my ability to find a job and cannot even find an old resume to "update".
So my final option is public school. Something I have sworn I would never, ever, ever, E V E R do. I called the school today to find out about registering my kids. I think I need to register them so that they can go SOMEPLACE if I end up not getting a job. No need to make an appointment or anything - just show up I am told. I must say that alone does not inspire confidence in me. After the phone call I began looking around the school's website, trying to get a bit of a feel for who they are and what they do. I clicked on a teacher profile and found this:
"I want to show them that making mistakes is exceptable"
A-hem. I GUESS YOU WILL! The first lesson will be IT DOES NOT MATTER IF YOU CANNOT SPELL!!!!!!!!! Or use a word correctly. Maybe I am making too big a deal out of this. In my working days I was frequently unpopular with co-workers because I was so good at finding their writing mistakes. I was a secretary who typed up letters and reports for Assistant Property Managers, Property Managers and the Senior Property Manager, who was my boss. My boss was a stickler for spelling and grammar and he trusted me completely to edit things because he knew I was too. One particular assistant property manager was a REALLY NICE girl who could not put a sentence together correctly to save her life. She pretty much ended up hating me because I changed her stuff all the time. I probably had a bit of an attitude about it too... (who, me?) Then I worked at an international commodities trading firm where I was responsible for assembling all of the paperwork required by Letters of Credit in order to ensure we were paid in a timely manner. The trick about that job was that you had to throw your perfect spelling out the window - if the bank told you a document should say "we through a perfectly exceptable partie" then your document must say "we through a perfectly exceptable partie" even though you knew it would more correctly be "we threw a perfectly acceptable party". (Actually, the documentation was technical so there was never anything about parties, this is just to give you the idea.) During a particularly stressful period of my life I was covering for another employee who was on maternity leave, so someone else was doing my L/C's. Despite months of training, she had never really gotten the hang of the process so I had to constantly check her work. (Not my idea - my bosses. She had, without a doubt, the poorest grasp on written English of any American born person I have ever known.) One day while proofing her work I totally lost it. I mean, really. I went mental on the poor girl. It was ugly.
I digress... My point is that maybe I am a little too hard on people who cannot write, or spell. But REALLY, should not a TEACHER be able to spell? To use the correct word in the correct context? God help me! I do not want to send my kids to a school where the TEACHERS are illiterate! It is bad enough that the kids are obnoxious and the curriculum is offensive!
If you are reading this and you are a Christian then I guess here would be the point of this long diatribe: Please pray for my family. Pray that God shows us where He wants our kids. If for some reason (please, God no!) He wants them in the public school then I want to know that HE wants them there. Because it is not unimaginable to me that He may want them there for some reason. If that is the case it will not be without tears on my part - lots of them. If however He wants to go along with OUR desire that they be in private school, then I am going to need a job.
I think I would be a good proofreader!
Edited note: Having gone on about English and grammar skills, I am now a bit worried about this post. Is it correct? I have one particular worry that I cannot answer. I said something was my "bosses" idea. Seems to me the possessive form of boss ought to have an apostrophe in it. Since the word ends in "s" is it "boss' "? I tried looking in the dictionary. It shows bosses as a verb which means it would be a form of "to boss". I am pretty sure my word is wrong. I humbly admit I do not know the answer. Still, I am not a school teacher! Boss'? Boss's? "It was the idea of my boss." How about that?