This week took me to employment, and to a certain understanding of, and peace with, some desires of mine.
I now work at Scarsdale Middle School, where my dad is a 'House Counselor,' and where I've visited occasionally for the past six years. I follow around a skinny red-haired fourteen year old autistic boy for most of the day, into Math and into Science, on and on until 2:30. In general it's an easy and peaceful job, featuring as it does many lulls and moments to myself. I'll be happy to keep it until June and perhaps beyond.
How could I possibly have lived in Middletown for ten months, especially with nothing to do? The difference between there and here is almost indescribable. People take comfort in things and ideas, people accomplish things, people are interesting. (Sure, it's not a cup of tea to drive on the road with these comfortable accomplished interesting people, because they also consume too much caffiene and work too hard in their offices, but there's a price to pay for everything.) The education system in Scarsdale brings me a great perspective on sound, progressive education and the hope and opportunity it can give.