I am eating lunch at work. This is the letter I just sent to Dr. Hayes in Houston:

There is a policy here you cannot take your shoes off in the classroom! Can you believe that? How can a dancer teach? I miss teaching journalism, hanging out with the kids after school dancing. RATS! A district policy. Yesterday I used ballet to show kids that in arguing you have to take a solid position--you cannot be in two positions at once. So much for creativity! And it WORKED too! Ever tried to do ballet with big shoes on? (Oh yeah, actually you did--ha ha!--5th position!) How will I ever make it? It is funny--everything here is so professional and organized impeccably, and yet the kids are below Texas kids academically. Wild stuff.

Anyway, I am feeling bound--thought I would vent. Gosh a note from a good friend would sure brighten my day.

I am currently in my room eating lunch.

Barefoot.

S

In other news. I have my ticket and rental car for Pennsylvania. I felt like it was time to buy. Rental cars are much more expensive in New Jersey, so I pounced. I still got the planet ticket and car rental for about the price of the ticket alone to Philly. Still nothing for Dallas as I am still praying. That is more complicated with the various cities and stuff. One friend said she can probably get me to the airport Friday to get my rental car, so I would only have to get to Forney if that works. I am also trying to figure out if I could go to church Sunday. If I could then I would need to stay in Tyler for the bulk of the trip, but if I can’t I will stay in Dallas. So I can’t possibly decide yet even if it is okay for me to go because too many factors are left hanging.

I can’t believe a CA school district gives a flying fig about SHOES. Who cares if I slip off my shoes at my desk? YIKES! I will never make it here. No personal leave and shoes. I am not having a good feeling about a long term relationship. No emotion, just fact. I think I am too free to be here. BUT maybe if I use the salary to pay off all but those big bills I can move on with much less debt! Maybe THAT is why I am here. Would that not be HYSTERICAL—move to the second most expensive city in the country to get out of some debt?! Crazy stuff!

I am going to talk to Darrell. Now that I am okay and have some joy flowing through me again, despite still dealing with some of the heart stuff. I don’t feel scared to talk to him because he won’t be disappointed! (great logic). So I sent him an email last night. I just want to bounce everything off of him. I trust him.

Well, lunch is over and the class is coming—so until later…

Shoeless Sue