Years ago, while I was still teaching college, I looked at outcomes (i.e., my students and how prepared they were–or weren’t–for college-level work), and decided that my kids were absolutely not going to public school. And then, I did more research in town to figure out where to send them.
My choices were limited: there was the secular public school that cost more per year per kid than university tuition at a bigger school than where I taught, there was the Catholic school (great academics), the Lutheran school (K-8 only), and another, smaller religious school.
I went with the smaller religious school that was a mile or so from my workplace. They offered sibling discounts to non-Catholics, and were just about as strong academically.
They also did preschool. Which turned out to be a necessity, since my other half was doing an accounting degree, and I had to switch from teaching online to a traditional classroom, and the schedules weren’t perfect.
So, time has passed, and I no longer have the job with the university. The kids still go to that religious school. I can’t do a whole lot with the fundraisers (my energy levels won’t permit it), but I do keep the kids’ classrooms (and the library) supplied with things like Clorox wipes, wet wipes, paper towels, and other things I buy at Sam’s Club.
So, a month or so ago, when I brought in Clorox wipes for the librarian (she doesn’t get to add things to the school supplies list, and it was still in flu season), she asked if I ever did editing. Copy editing. Because she was finishing up her dissertation.
Thursday, she sent me a draft, and her advisor’s advice.
I have an editing job.