Like ridin' a bike; well, kinda. At any rate, today marks the end of my first day of subbing. And since I know I neglected to mention it before now, stateside teaching gig #1 is at......drum roll, please........Metro Charter Academy, the school my lovely daughters attend. No, I didn't have class with either of them today, although, in all likelihood, it is forthcoming. I don't know whether I'll laugh or cry at what I can only presume will be a pained expression on the face of my oldest daughter, should I ever be called upon to teach her class. None the less, barring the fact that they all spoke English as their primary language, it was very much like ridin' a bike. At least one of them hugged me at the end of the day, and they all seemed to like me pretty well, so clearly....I really CAN do this teaching thing. And it FEELS good. I'm being diligent about looking for subsitute teaching openings, thus I can only presume that more opportunities are forthcoming. But truly, like they used to say on the commercials, today was the first day of the rest of my life. I'm convinced there can be more than one such day; there are as many such days as there is growth in your soul, and willingness in your being. But a red-letter day, none the less. And I went last night to an "audition," to work with a test-prep agency, sideline work if I can make it work as such, and I could scarcely believe how pumped up I was. How right, and good, and totally "on" I was. Was it enough to land the gig? I guess we'll see, but damned if it didn't feel fantastic.