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No recap. I don't think I need one.
Okay, a brief one: Living with Kari in an apartment in Mentor, teaching at the farm school, reluctantly fulfilling my inevitable destiny as a fervent disciple of Dr. Montessori.
It is occurring to me only recently that this could, potentially, be the first step on an actual career path, something I had not previously considered. At first, I imagined that I would be teaching at the farm indefinitely until I decided to quit the Montessori biz. It now occurs to me that I could, if I wanted to pursue it, go to Italy, get trained by the best in the field, and go trotting around the world as a Montessori academic.
Admittedly, that's getting a bit ahead of myself. But there are opportunities to live a life of adventure in my current field. I just have to seek them out.
For now, I am rather content with living my life as a teacher (stressful and de-energizing as it may be at times), content in the knowledge that there are days in the year when I will be paid to do things like take a group of kids to the Science Center and watch Omnimax movies. Awesome.
I am happily, nay, proudly, entirely financially self-sufficient. My stated goal was to stop mooching off my parents by fall, and I am happy to report that I am no longer receiving from them a single dime.
Wait, they're still paying my car insurance. Blast!
In any case, Kari and I are having a heck of a time. I think that's about all to get you started.
Oh, wait! Our neighbors across the street have a sign, which they place on their garage door, which displays a new message every few days. These messages are usually topical, because they change so frequently. Past messages have included "PAVAROTTI LORD OF THE HIGH 'C'S" and "RELAX IT'S FRIDAY!"
I woke up a few days ago to discover that the sign read, somewhat ominously: "PAY FOR YOUR OWN MISTAKES". Needless to say, I was profoundly disturbed and delighted. I will attempt to update this blog with enough frequency to record for all you readers the mysterious messages of the sign, in addition to keep all you out of towners up to date with the mundanities of my everyday existence.
Okay, a brief one: Living with Kari in an apartment in Mentor, teaching at the farm school, reluctantly fulfilling my inevitable destiny as a fervent disciple of Dr. Montessori.
It is occurring to me only recently that this could, potentially, be the first step on an actual career path, something I had not previously considered. At first, I imagined that I would be teaching at the farm indefinitely until I decided to quit the Montessori biz. It now occurs to me that I could, if I wanted to pursue it, go to Italy, get trained by the best in the field, and go trotting around the world as a Montessori academic.
Admittedly, that's getting a bit ahead of myself. But there are opportunities to live a life of adventure in my current field. I just have to seek them out.
For now, I am rather content with living my life as a teacher (stressful and de-energizing as it may be at times), content in the knowledge that there are days in the year when I will be paid to do things like take a group of kids to the Science Center and watch Omnimax movies. Awesome.
I am happily, nay, proudly, entirely financially self-sufficient. My stated goal was to stop mooching off my parents by fall, and I am happy to report that I am no longer receiving from them a single dime.
Wait, they're still paying my car insurance. Blast!
In any case, Kari and I are having a heck of a time. I think that's about all to get you started.
Oh, wait! Our neighbors across the street have a sign, which they place on their garage door, which displays a new message every few days. These messages are usually topical, because they change so frequently. Past messages have included "PAVAROTTI LORD OF THE HIGH 'C'S" and "RELAX IT'S FRIDAY!"
I woke up a few days ago to discover that the sign read, somewhat ominously: "PAY FOR YOUR OWN MISTAKES". Needless to say, I was profoundly disturbed and delighted. I will attempt to update this blog with enough frequency to record for all you readers the mysterious messages of the sign, in addition to keep all you out of towners up to date with the mundanities of my everyday existence.
posted by Nate at 7:27 PM
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