I teach a class at the college every weekend, freshman English. That's considered a “service” course on most college campuses. It's the one the Teaching Assistants teach at huge universities and the one everyone else generally tries to get out of if they are full-time. However, I love it. It's why I went to school for my doctorate.

I also teach a poetry writing class at the local homeschool co-op. That's a great class. I had about 24 students between the ages of 9 and 13. They had to write at least a poem a week. (It's a once a week class.) Some of those poems were amazingly good. But I'm finished with that this semester, too.

I am also a homeschooling mom. I have two boys, ages 10 and 11, who are homeschooling. They are great kids and they work hard. My youngest was a late bloomer. He would have been in special ed classes at public school, but now he is reading above grade level. And doing everything else above grade level, too. My oldest is good at academics and always has been.

Next semester I am teaching freshman English again, but it's the lit section. That's the class where you get to teach kids to read poetry, short stories, dramas, and novels in sixteen weeks or less. You also get to teach them how to write critical analyses on all those topics.

I am also teaching at the co-op again. But this time I will be teaching a class on apologetics (defending your faith), essay writing, and the poetic superhero.

The last class will be an overview of the best known epic poems of Western Civilization, along with stories from the poems and certain lines, just so they can hear how they sound. The kids will spend the course of the semester for homework deciding on a hero for their poem, researching their life, and writing their own miniature epics.