My career reinvention is still moving slowly. I have reached out to several people in the non-profit world and have essentially offered my services pro-bono. Of course, they all use volunteers, and I am willing to do that too, but am hoping that I can use some of my analytical skills as well. My latest idea is to try to get on a few more boards. My work on my current board has really given me a chance to use some chops. To put it another way, when I volunteered for a session at the food bank, while it was a very worthwhile afternoon (and I need to go back), my contribution was no different than the teenage girl next to me on the assembly line. Absolutely nothing wrong with that either, but I am hoping to do something for these orgs that she might not be able to. Yet.
So, we will see. I continue to talk to people in that world and the cool thing is that I am learning much about homelessness and hunger. All of that is worthwhile, whatever comes of this tactic.
But back to the title. I don't feel that stressed or depressed about my career right now, but I still cannot shake my recurring dream where I am, once again in the classroom. The dreams always include the fact that my teaching is coming to an end. I wake up depressed and it often takes me most of the day to shake the dream.
I am a little unsure why I keep having these dreams. I have always understood dreams as part of unresolved business. I used to have a dream every summer where I went to class unprepared. That was my cue to get going on prep for the coming year.
Perhaps I am still unresolved about my career. I find myself pretty angry at the state of higher education, and occasionally find myself annoyed with former colleagues when they complain about students or some university nonsense. When I think of that world, I have to say that there is much I don't miss. I don't miss the bored students. I don't miss the texting and sleeping during class. I don't miss the insipid questions about grades and exams. I don't miss the consumer approach to learning.
But I do miss those moments with students when we connected on something cool. I miss those connections with students outside class when they related how something from our class informed their life. I know I made a connection with some of those students that may last for a lifetime. I miss that. Perhaps that is the source of these dreams.