Last night, as I was totally desperate and had lost virtually every atom of hope I ever had (yes, I’m Melodramatic Queen, deal with it!), a former colleague of my mother’s called her (they hadn’t talked in six years) asking if she knew somebody who might be interested by a teaching position in a school for deaf children.

Is she kidding? A job dealing with deaf people? A job where I’m supposed to help deaf children? A job where I’d be able to use sign language? A job I can be proud of, and which I consider useful?
The headmistress is so desperate (they haven’t been able to find anyone yet, and the kids are without a teacher) she doesn’t seem to mind that I’m no teacher. Goodwill and enthusiasm seem to be enough for her.

I’m meeting her tomorrow morning. Nothing’s signed yet, but it sure looks like it’s going to work.

Deaf kids. Oh my.