Taking A Leap
Anatomy and Physiology was my favorite course in college. After spending a semester elbow deep in human cadavers, I returned the next semester as a lab assistant and began tutoring the subject to underclassmen. So ten years later, when my parents saw an ad in the local paper for an A&P instructor at a private college in our area, I decided to apply. But not without hesitation.
- I had never before taught at a college.
- I had never before taught A & P.
- And did you catch that ten years had transpired since I had anything to do with A&P?
But I had a few things going for me.
- I have a Masters degree. In a related field (physical therapy).
- I have a Masters in Education, too. Colleges like people with degrees. The more, the better.
- I had teaching experience. It was mostly one-on-one and in math, but hey.
- And it was mere weeks before the semester was due to start. In other words, the college may have been a little desperate.
Thankfully, they only needed a lab instructor. Lab, in my opinion, is much easier and much more fun to teach. Sadly, we would not be dissecting cadavers.
After just two semesters, the department chair tried to convince me to teach the lecture portion as well. “You know I’ve never taught A&P,” I reminded her.
I managed to hold her off another year–until she realized it was only my perfectionism stopping me. “You on your worst day is better than any other option we have,” she said.
Well, if you put it like that . . .
After two-and-a-half years there, I moved on to a community college. I taught one semester and didn’t accept the offer of summer teaching because I had decided to give myself a one year sabbatical. The department chair said “If you ever find yourself back in the area and wanting some work, give me a call.”
The Best Laid Plans . . .
Fast-forward to December, 2014. When we moved to Schroon Lake I’d told Michael I wouldn’t stay past the New Year. It’s too cold. After not working for nearly a year (by choice), I felt like it was time to go back. And there weren’t many options in Schroon Lake.
But Michael was excited to spend the winter here. The concept that the lake actually froze–to the point one could drive across it–fascinated him. He wanted to try ice fishing, and walk outside in below zero temperatures. I had none of these desires. But I had some ideas.
My Natural High
I couldn’t decide what avenue to take next in life, but knew I wanted to teach. Of all the jobs I’ve had (and there have been many), they have all involved teaching in some form. The more I taught, the happier I was. I’ve read that you know you’re doing the work you’re meant to be doing if, at the end of the day, you feel energized. After I finish teaching, I’m on a high–I’m replaying what worked and what didn’t, excited for what I’ve learned, what changes I saw in my students, eager for the next class.
Don’t Burn Bridges
So two days before Christmas, I e-mailed the department chair at the community college at which I taught four years earlier. Like most colleges, she had her spring semester staffed. But, like most colleges, things changed last minute. And so it was that I was given ten hours of courses to teach each week for the spring semester.
“They didn’t even interview you?” Michael asked.
“Well, no, but I worked there once already.”
“For one semester. Four years ago!”
Never mind that I was teaching two courses I had never taught before.
“What?” Michael asked. “You mean you don’t know the subject?”
“I probably know a lot of it. I took the course twenty years ago.” I was hoping the material in the General Biology labs I was due to teach overlapped with the material I taught in A&P. Michael laughed. “This makes me think about my college instructors in a whole new light.”
Thankfully, one look at the syllabus and I realized I would be okay. Two-thirds of the labs were things I taught in my three years as an A&P instructor. And the other labs would not be that hard to brush up on.
Home Again, Home Again
The college, however, is back in my hometown–three hours south of Schroon Lake. But the universe has a way of providing whatever one needs. The apartment over my parent’s garage, after having been inhabited continuously for more than thirty years by my grandmother, then my brother, then my youngest sister, was available.
And so it is that I’ve become a commuter. I don’t teach on Fridays, so on Thursdays I head up to Schroon Lake.
On Sundays, I return to the apartment that was once an oasis in my childhood: the place where I could escape the loud, chaotic life of siblings and parents, and take my spot on Grandma’s floor to attend her lesson on all things baseball as we watched the Mets games together.
Grandma didn’t just teach me about baseball. She taught me how to ask nicely for things. She taught me that everything must be put back in its place after I use it. She taught me that BLT’s are a perfectly acceptable breakfast food (as are Entenmann’s chocolate covered donuts).
As I open the two-inch think Biology textbook to prepare for next week’s class, I smile as I realize I’m living in the former home of a woman who taught me things I’d never find in a textbook.
And for those of you wondering: yes, that list of all the wonderful things Grandma gave us–the one copied onto her tombstone–still sits on the windowsill.
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You are so blessed!! 😊 Love your writing. I’m still thinking about the road to Santiago. My 15 almost 16 year old son will go with me this July if I can drop everything and find two backpacks etc. 🙏
Indeed I am blessed, Yvonne.
I do hope you get over to Spain this summer! Regarding packs, I got mine at a second-hand outdoor gear sale. In Asheville, there are outdoor gear consignment shops–check in your area. Or go find one you like and then check for it on ebay:) And ask around–someone about your size might have one that’s just right for you. Whatever you do, make sure you get it fitted to your body as not all packs are for all people! (They’ll fit you at most outdoor gear stores.) Do keep me posted! And if I can be of further assitance, do let me know:)
great post, Rebecca. I can see you with your grandmother and I love that you remember and use the things she taught you. She was one wise lady, I think.