As some of you know, I had the great good fortune to happen upon a long term sub assignment for a high school Latin teacher who is out on maternity leave.
I have just finished a bit over a week in the job. It is going to run for 12 weeks.
Honest to God, I am having just about the best fun of my life. It has been just shy of 35 years since I last taught Latin, but I found myself slipping into it with almost no problems with presentation or remembering what to do. You cannot imagine what a relief that is.
Of course, demographically, Valley High (grades 10-12) and Valley Southwoods (just grade 9), is pretty much loaded with kids from upper middle class and lower upper class families who take a very serious interest in their kids' education. Even keeping that in mind, I am blown away by how good these kids are. Granted, anyone taking Latin is going to be of the more serious academic persuasion, but I have subbed for a couple of other middle and high school classes in the West Des Moines district and found much of the same. I don't know why I didn't get in on that sooner.
Anyway, aside from a few glitches, I am having the time of my life, even though I am rediscovering that there is one hell of a lot of work to get through as a full-time teacher. I had forgotten what a stone drag it is to wade through grading of quizzes and exams. Oh, and top of that, prepare to be able to guide the Latin IV class through the satires of Horace (BTW, they hate him, already, IOW a good sign) and now Martial. Oh, how they love Martial.
You know, I was recently reviewing the passage in Herodotus where Solon meets Croesus, et seq. (my reason is wrapped up in local politics, but more on that later) where we get the bit about "Count no man happy until he is dead." Of course, I can see that logic, but right now, I am feeling happy/blessed/whatever. You see, I got another chance to do what I trained for and yearned to do as a young man. Not only that, but I have discovered that I still can do it, after almost 35 years from when I last taught Latin and a bit more than three months shy of my 60th birthday. Now, I don't plan on dieing soon, especially since I have a darling nine year old granddaughter I want to see grow up and that her mother is expecting twins in July. Yeah, twins, and one of them is a boy, my first grandson. I really want to be around to see them grow up. However, God, fate, whatever, has granted me this little teaching blessing, perhaps last hurrah, and I am going to run with it for all I am worth.
Count me happy, for now, at least.