Snakes on a Bus?

A friend of mine from school just introduced me to this blog created by a couple of his friends. It's like an amateur Onion for educators. Check out the bus driver post especially.

Looking for Amazima

The departure of our dear friend Chris has brought with it an unexpected result . . . it feels like I'm a balloon whose tether has suddenly been cut, allowing me to float up above my life and consider it from a perspective I haven't had in years.
After I graduated college, life felt limited and limitless. Move to Montana? Why not. Search for any old job to tide me over? Why not. Apply to teach in one school way back in the South? Why not. Little to risk, little to lose.
Then, with the hire in that school way back in the South, suddenly came this sense of calling and purpose. Move back. Figure out the massive task of teaching in a community that seems to not really see the point of education. Build relationships, show unconditional love, keep my head above water in a place that would really rather not have any of this, thank you. But I was called. I had prayed that God would make it happen if He indeed wanted me here, and here I was, prayers answered. Meet my best friend and love of my life, marry him, move into our patchwork house. Calling solidifed and confirmed.
But suddenly I find myself 4 years into what now feels less like a calling and more like a career. In addition to that, balloon Meg is these days constantly bumping into people, blogs, newsletters, natural disasters, etc., all of which are making me question the very calling that seemed so clear 4 years ago. Disciples like Katie call me to remember Jesus' warning to count the cost of following Him, but the cost of my life right now seems low to nonexistent. We are both young, both free of obligations (besides the house, of course) . . . limitless and limited, once again. Where to go? What to do? What is it that He wants from us? What cost does He want from us?
Of course, both of us agree that we can't think of any place where we could do any more good than where we are already. We speak the language of our students. We are trained to teach them. They are transported to us everyday. We are not dependent on others to support us in these difficult financial times. The needs of those in our community are great, and we have easy avenues to build relationships with them and the means to love them. I cannot help this feeling of restlessness, though. We will see where it leads.

two year hiatus

A couple of friends have mentioned this (massive, I must say) blog. Upon perusing it, I feel compelled to mention its deliciousness (word?), precisely because of posts such as this:

http://thepioneerwoman.com/blog/2009/12/dream_on_buddy/