Oi! I write to you from the sleepy town of LGT. I’m down here for a job interview with the local high school. Yeah, yeah, I normally would never work in a high school, especially since I don’t have a teacher’s license (two more classes and student teaching and I would have gotten it), but, well, I’m looking for a job and this would really help my old school out. After all, if they can’t find a French teacher soon, they just won’t have one. Actually, they’re looking for a Spanish teacher too. The thing is, the chances of them finding a Spanish teacher are far higher (for some odd reason, there are people out there who find it somehow insanely important, though I’m not one of them) which means if they find a Spanish teacher, the French students are going to get stuck taking Spanish, and all new freshmen will have to take Spanish. One, this is an enormous load on the Spanish teacher, two, who the hell wants to take Spanish anyway if given the option, three, it might mean that a lot of students don’t get their Academic Honors diplomas, and four, just having Spanish sucks ass. Besides, the school might lose accredidation (sp?) and that means losing more money. LGT is already tiny with a tiny budget and really can’t afford to lose any more. It’s really unlike me, and it’s really against my better judgement, but I thought I’d go ahead and at least try to help out, if I can. I’ve got a meeting in the morning to discuss the possibility of me teaching for the year even though I don’t have a license. I can’t really imagine making this permanent, not without moving Ian and the cat down here somewhere nearby. As it is, the thought of living down here while the husband and cat are an hour and a half away is pretty sucky. Dunno. I guess it’s an odd sense of loyalty mixed with an overwhelming desire to have a job. I mean, high school sucked the first time around as a student, and I can’t expect it’s much better as a teacher, but I still have the feeling that I might be able to help, might be able to do some good, and so I’m willing to try. I’m kind of an experience junkie anyway; I like to try something once just to see what it’s like, though that doesn’t extend to dangerous or illegal activities before you ask. Meh. At any rate, it’s late here-time and later my-time, so I’m going to conk out here soon. Just thought I’d keep you posted.