For those of you who watch "Grey's Anatomy," you'll recognize the title from Meredith's second season speech to Derek when he must decide between Meredith and his wife. On this Sunday before the first day of school, I find myself in this situation -- certainly not in my personal life since I am married to my best friend -- but in my professional life. After my short stint as an English teacher at my dream school, I lost my job to budget cuts and union/HR rules. All summer, I'd referred to it as "my school," always hoping that it would be my home until I retired. I allowed myself to believe that some miracle would happen, and I would be back. Alas, it is not to be this school year even though I love my school "in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your bedroom window unfortunate way." I am not dark and twisty. I will be back.
