A Lesson Learned
The Boy is insane.
He is starting on his second week of working two jobs. He works at the radio station from 8 pm to 5 am, sleeps until 7 am, then works as a substitute high school Spanish teacher until 3 pm. Needless to say, conversations with him on about 2 and a half hours of sleep are quite interesting:
Me: Honey, it’s time to get up.
The Boy (still asleep): Mumble, mumble…You need to sit down in your chair…mumble… or you’ll be sent to the office…mumble mumble…sent…to…the…office…
Me: (Laughing hysterically until the bed shakes)
The Boy: Mumble…earthquake! Earthquake!
I’m trying my darnedest to be as supportive as I can since I know trying this out to see if this career path (teaching) is for him is really important. I know that idea has crossed my mind, too, and it’s nice to have an inside prospective on it without leaving The Abyss. So we went into this saying it’s only for two months, we’ll get an extra $5,000, and we’ll get to see if this is something we need to pursue without either of us quitting our day (night) job.
That was before he entered the classroom. Wednesday, his third day, he came home with this proclamation:
"You know, Monday I thought, "hey, I can definitely do this." Tuesday I thought, "hey, this isn’t so bad." Today I thought, "I just want to crawl under a rock and never interact with anyone under the age of 20 again."
Needless to say, we are learning a valuable lesson. I think I’ll take The Abyss over whiny teenagers throwing spitballs at each other while calling each other fat any day.
