Whoo boy.
Another crazy-making day. The teacher I booked for French tutoring called in the morning, nervous, because the union came down hard this morning on teachers tutoring during school hours, so we cancelled. She gave me some great ideas over the phone for short writing exercises and then said that she was working at a camp next week. A 9-3 French camp. Isn't that school hours? I guess it's okay because there is no schoolwork associated with the program.
It actually sounds like a great program, including outdoor time and social justice activities, BUT my youngest has some pretty big anxieties around new situations with new people. Plus, it's $40/day which leaves nothing for the others.
So...
We did meet and like the science and math tutor, the one doing carpentry on the side...we met him in the evening after his little ones were in bed, so the entire meeting was whispered. The strangest conversation about the strike situation I've ever had. It was so ridiculous, we often erupted in very quiet giggles (okay, I giggled, the men chortled softly).
Apparently, booking a teacher who has always tutored in the evening is okay.
It's a head-scratcher, but emphasizes the brain-twisting logic that the union often employs. Neither side is coming off smelling like roses. More like what we grow them in.
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