The private school and teachers being happier thing makes sense. I guess I never thought of it that way because I was being groomed for public school. My last semester there I remember one of my professors pulling me to the side and asking me to think about my career choice. She said I'm not trying to change your opinion, but just because a person loves to learn doesn't mean they love to teach. I later realized how much truth there was in that statement for me, but I've yet to figure out what career path that's supposed to lead to.

Anyway, I hate to hear your son has joined as well. It's not fun at all. I hate that you're having such a hard time finding a surgeon. I kinda got pushed on up the chain of command until a doctor was qualified to touch my finger, so I went went almost three weeks before getting surgery, which I might add that I worked every single day from the day after Christmas to the day I had surgery without a day off. OOOh, still steamed at those dirty bastards. I mean the one time I do good and last at a job and what good did it do me.

I did a doozy for a first break honestly. I've healed nicely but the therapy is so frustrating and painful. On Christmas day I fell off of my horse and blew out my middle knuckle which also fractured the finger longways. I learned that less than a decade ago this surgery didn't exist and my finger would have been amputated. So thank goodness that didn't happen.