Wow, I had no idea that it wasn't just me who had "tired" feet. Several
years ago, a few days before Winter vacation, my left foot started
hurting. I didn't want to take off, so I kept on hobbling around. By
Friday I could hardly stand. I was going to be leaving town directly
from school on a ten hour car trip and planned to just rest my foot
then. The next day my relatives insisted I go to a walk- in clinic. I
went to several doctors over this ordeal and none of the doctors could
tell me what was wrong. I had to stay off of my feet and be on crutches
for four months.
My middle and high school students said they would help me rather then
have a substitute. I taught from a rolling desk chair and the students
would give me a push from table to table. It was quite a funny sight. I
learned so much about time management those months. I learned to
delegate and accept help, which is a hard thing for a control freak like
me. Some of the teachers at my school dress quite professionally in
pumps and dresses. I wanted to be respected like they are and dressed
up. Boy, did I learn my lesson. Being an art teacher is like being a
shop teacher, not an english teacher. Ever since I wear comfortable
shoes. Thank you artnetters for making me realize I am not alone.
Maryanne in raining Northern Ca. - could Georges be reaching here?