The director of the local Princeton Review called me this afternoon, to see how I am doing and if I would be up for their training sessions this spring. I had been accepted into their training program last summer, but the schedule conflicted with my already-paid-for vacation plans. Then the fall/winter session had to be nixed because of my thyroid surgery and RAI, etc. This call was completely out of the blue.
"I was wondering if you'd still like to teach for us?" she asked me.
I would so love to teach for you, I said, before I started babbling about not being able to -- still not sure where I am in my treatment, if I'll need further surgery in May, blah blah blah. I also mentioned my voice problems and that I'm following up on that with the ENT tomorrow.
I did, in fact, babble. I couldn't help it. She called me! And she was very understanding of my situation, and said that when I know I can do it, just to give her a call, "We would love to have you here."
I have this idea that I'd like to teach teenagers (high school science), but reality doesn't always participate in the way we'd like it to -- so Princeton Review would be a great way to test-drive the concept, so to speak. Plus the schedule is such that I wouldn't have to put the kids in daycare or anything like that. The money is abysmal, of course, but I wouldn't be doing this for the money.
It's really nice to think that this option is still open, future health permitting.
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