As of late, I have been applying for jobs. Last week, I accepted a job performing hearing screenings at a hospital. I'm very excited about it. I think that it's exactly what I've been looking for, at least for now.
I don't know if I will stop my job search here; it's part time and it's definitely outside the spectrum of what I was considering. However, my friend, Melanie, helped me get this job and she indicated that she thought there was room for growth in the job (how exciting! I haven't had a job with room for growth!). Additionally, I keep feeling a nudge toward the healthcare industry. Repeatedly. Sort of in the same way that Teach for America kept cropping up before and during the application process. Scary.
For example, my friend Ellen in Houston (who I really miss) once suggested that I check out something called Child Life. Child Life professionals work in hospitals and help kids get through procedures by educating them and distracting them, as well as work with their parents and siblings and help keep things as light as possible for the kids. It's still something that interests me, but I'd have to go back to school and I'm not ready to commit to that yet. I'd love to go back to school. I love learning and being in the classroom (as a student). I don't even mind taking tests. But returning to school is a commitment and it costs a lot of money. I'd hate to take classes and get certified in something that I'm not really interested in before I know that this is the path to which I want to commit.
The idea of nursing has also been knocking around my head for awhile. But, again, going back to school. Lots of school. And nursing is hard in many of the same ways that teaching is hard. We'll see.
So, in the meantime, I think that this will be a great fit. Maybe this is part of the message that I've been waiting to receive. I don't believe in coincidences, but I do believe in Plans for our lives. So, maybe this is part of mine. :)
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Job Seeking
So as you may or may not know, I have left teaching.
Since I have moved back to Virginia, a number of people have asked what I'm going to do for work and so many people have asked where I'm going to look to teach. And when I tell them I'm not, I have gotten a lot of horrified reactions from people. "What?! Why not?! We need good teachers!"
They're right. We do need good teachers. Teachers are the backbone of society and I respect my friends and colleagues who have stayed in the profession. Teachers are also underpaid, overworked and completely disrespected. There were so many times that I would meet new people and the usual conversation would ensue. "Where are you from?" "What do you do?" "Oh," slight change in expression, "You're a teacher." Slight implication being, oh you couldn't do something else. This is not to say that this was everyone's or even most people's reactions. But it didn't happen infrequently.
This is not why I left teaching. It is not the worst thing in the world. However, it is something that flashes through my mind when I get the not-so-atypical reaction of, "But we need good teachers!"
First of all, how do they even know that I was a good teacher? Did I care? Absolutely. I poured my heart and soul into that job, to the point that I'm still trying to figure out who I am after this experience. Did I work hard? Definitely. Nights, weekends, mornings. Let me clear up the misconception about teachers working from 7 to 3. Teachers get paid from 7 to 3. They come in early, stay late and take lots and lots of work home. Not to mention the time spent thinking about that one (or many) kid. How do I reach him? How do I get her to learn? What's happening at his home tonight? I did my best. But my best does not necessarily make me a good teacher and I would argue that I wasn't the greatest teacher. I tried and I always tried to be better, but I was certainly not the best and I'm not sure that my kids were any better off having known me.
Second, if we need good teachers so bad, then why don't those people go do it instead of judging me? I did it for three years. I moved halfway across the country to do it. So if I'm so horrible for leaving the profession, why are they better for never having done it?
Sorry about the rant. It's not the worst possible thing, but I'm frustrated by that reaction. It sort of dismisses everything I've done for the past three years and the pieces of my soul that I gave to those kids.
I absolutely believe that I was called to teach for a season. I have never before received such a specific and profound calling. I also believe that I was called for a short time. Why? I still haven't figured that out. I do know that it was becoming abundantly clear that that time had come to an end. I am burned out of teaching. I no longer have the patience or energy to deal with the constant disruption, the behavior, disrespect from kids. I don't feel like I was making enough of an impact on kids and I can't deal with failing every day anymore. Now it's time to find out what I'm supposed to do next.
I think that's a large part of what's frustrating me as I write this more than anything. I don't really know what I'm supposed to do next. I don't know how to define myself. I'm not a teacher. I don't know how to respond when I meet new people and they ask what I do. I'm unemployed? I'm looking for a job? I'm readjusting to my old life in some respects even though I'm not the same person?
But maybe that's part of what I'm supposed to be learning right now. I like being defined by things that I do or accomplishments or memberships. I think most people do. But that's not how I'm supposed to define myself. I need to learn to define myself as a child of God and learn to be satisfied in that. Because at the end of the day, that's what lasts. Everything else is transient, earthbound. That will last forever and when you have that, everything else will fall into place. Maybe not the way that you plan. Teaching certainly didn't work out in the way that I planned, but I learned a lot and grew tremendously. I don't need to plan because He has a better one. Parts of it might be really hard or even feel really awful at times and I really don't understand the reason for it. Anyone who tells you that they do probably don't know what they're talking about. So I need to learn to be satisfied and trusting and not to let my heart wander. The good thing is that He experienced that, too, and understands and is forgiving through that.
Sorry for such a long, random-seeming post. And I appreciate it if you read it. I'm just trying to figure things out. :)
Since I have moved back to Virginia, a number of people have asked what I'm going to do for work and so many people have asked where I'm going to look to teach. And when I tell them I'm not, I have gotten a lot of horrified reactions from people. "What?! Why not?! We need good teachers!"
They're right. We do need good teachers. Teachers are the backbone of society and I respect my friends and colleagues who have stayed in the profession. Teachers are also underpaid, overworked and completely disrespected. There were so many times that I would meet new people and the usual conversation would ensue. "Where are you from?" "What do you do?" "Oh," slight change in expression, "You're a teacher." Slight implication being, oh you couldn't do something else. This is not to say that this was everyone's or even most people's reactions. But it didn't happen infrequently.
This is not why I left teaching. It is not the worst thing in the world. However, it is something that flashes through my mind when I get the not-so-atypical reaction of, "But we need good teachers!"
First of all, how do they even know that I was a good teacher? Did I care? Absolutely. I poured my heart and soul into that job, to the point that I'm still trying to figure out who I am after this experience. Did I work hard? Definitely. Nights, weekends, mornings. Let me clear up the misconception about teachers working from 7 to 3. Teachers get paid from 7 to 3. They come in early, stay late and take lots and lots of work home. Not to mention the time spent thinking about that one (or many) kid. How do I reach him? How do I get her to learn? What's happening at his home tonight? I did my best. But my best does not necessarily make me a good teacher and I would argue that I wasn't the greatest teacher. I tried and I always tried to be better, but I was certainly not the best and I'm not sure that my kids were any better off having known me.
Second, if we need good teachers so bad, then why don't those people go do it instead of judging me? I did it for three years. I moved halfway across the country to do it. So if I'm so horrible for leaving the profession, why are they better for never having done it?
Sorry about the rant. It's not the worst possible thing, but I'm frustrated by that reaction. It sort of dismisses everything I've done for the past three years and the pieces of my soul that I gave to those kids.
I absolutely believe that I was called to teach for a season. I have never before received such a specific and profound calling. I also believe that I was called for a short time. Why? I still haven't figured that out. I do know that it was becoming abundantly clear that that time had come to an end. I am burned out of teaching. I no longer have the patience or energy to deal with the constant disruption, the behavior, disrespect from kids. I don't feel like I was making enough of an impact on kids and I can't deal with failing every day anymore. Now it's time to find out what I'm supposed to do next.
I think that's a large part of what's frustrating me as I write this more than anything. I don't really know what I'm supposed to do next. I don't know how to define myself. I'm not a teacher. I don't know how to respond when I meet new people and they ask what I do. I'm unemployed? I'm looking for a job? I'm readjusting to my old life in some respects even though I'm not the same person?
But maybe that's part of what I'm supposed to be learning right now. I like being defined by things that I do or accomplishments or memberships. I think most people do. But that's not how I'm supposed to define myself. I need to learn to define myself as a child of God and learn to be satisfied in that. Because at the end of the day, that's what lasts. Everything else is transient, earthbound. That will last forever and when you have that, everything else will fall into place. Maybe not the way that you plan. Teaching certainly didn't work out in the way that I planned, but I learned a lot and grew tremendously. I don't need to plan because He has a better one. Parts of it might be really hard or even feel really awful at times and I really don't understand the reason for it. Anyone who tells you that they do probably don't know what they're talking about. So I need to learn to be satisfied and trusting and not to let my heart wander. The good thing is that He experienced that, too, and understands and is forgiving through that.
Sorry for such a long, random-seeming post. And I appreciate it if you read it. I'm just trying to figure things out. :)
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Why would Sephora think this would appeal to me?
If this is supposed to make me buy this mascara product, I think that the art director might need to look in a different field. Why would Sephora think this would appeal to me? I like to think that I at least look halfway decent on most days. Maybe this is a wake-up call to the otherwise.
Who here wants to look as frightening as this woman? If so, this is the product for you.
On the other hand, this might have worked as an excellent classroom management tool... "If you don't behave, Ms. Stacy will look like the Joker today."
Who here wants to look as frightening as this woman? If so, this is the product for you.
On the other hand, this might have worked as an excellent classroom management tool... "If you don't behave, Ms. Stacy will look like the Joker today."
Friday, June 25, 2010
Oh, that isn't normal, is it?
I think I may experience some culture shock as I relocate to what pretty much amounts to suburbia. I have mixed feelings about it, although I am so very happy to be heading back to Virginia. Although I sort of knew this already, it became more apparent during our honeymoon.
So, I didn't know this, but apparently Sandals and Beaches are owned by the same company and there are distinctions between who they're marketed toward and even who can go there. Beaches is more family-friendly and also, I think, semi-singles friendly. Sandals is designed for couples. This is not a place to go if you are not absolutely secure in being single. Everybody there was either on their honeymoon or celebrating an anniversary. While it was really fun, it was kind of weird at times.
Anyway, we met a lot of really nice couples. And every other person we met was a teacher! So, of course, when you meet other teachers, you sort of share about how crazy the profession is- the kids, the parents, the administration, the legal elements (many of which are completely nonsensical, but that's neither here nor there), plus you also talk about the good parts. Even I (and I am leaving the field running!) have good stories to share. We met several people who teach in schools similar to mine, plus some who are in the heart of suburbia.
Both types of schools have their quirks. I had a kid in my class this year whose older brother had just joined a gang and got his little brother heavily involved in gang activity (yes, I taught third grade this year). I could probably devote an entire blog to that one child. I referred to him as the Prince of Darkness (he told me he was the devil once). I had several CPS kids. I had one who had been abandoned. The list goes on.
On the other hand, you have CrAzY parents in suburban schools. I mean I had crazy parents, too, but this is a different kind of crazy. I love parents who want to volunteer and be involved. I had some awesome parents this year. You get those in all kinds of schools. Suburban schools tend to have greater numbers, however, of parents who don't really want to be involved in a volunteering or productive capacity, but would rather just go and cause trouble. Their children do no wrong. The teachers are all out to get their kids. They just like to yell and scream and create tension for everyone involved. (I grant that there are situations where parents are entitled to be upset, but I'm not addressing those. I'm talking about the parents who create trouble where there isn't any.)
So, here I am discussing the differences between suburban and inner-city schools with a fifth grade teacher. Let's preface this with I would never teach fifth grade. That is the year when they became evil. Even the nicest kids turn into monsters in the fifth grade. So, this private school teacher and I are talking about ideal grades to teach. She finds out I teach third grade and she is just gushing about what a great age it is and how wonderful second and third graders are. Compared to fifth graders, absolutely true. However, given her reaction to my next comment, I'm not sure that she could have handled my bunch. (My proudest moment this year? When another teacher, who can turn on the genuine ghetto fabulousness in a heartbeat, comes out of her room while I am chewing out a kid in the hall and says, "Oh, it's you. I thought that was someone's black ghetto mama out here." No joke. Completely word for word. I have arrived!)
This woman is going on and on about how third graders want to please you and will generally work for you, etc. Often true. So, without thinking anything of it, I comment, "You're so right. I love it when they get so angry and are just yelling, 'I hope you die!,' and then 15 minutes later, they're telling me how much they love me."
Awkward pause.
"Wait, your kids say that they hope you die?"
"I mean, yeah, sometimes. My favorite this year was when this kid, Myresha, told me that she was going to tell her mama to beat me up. And I told her that we could call her mama right then. And I bet that if she came up to the school I wouldn't be the one getting beat. That kid backed down right away, 'I am so sorry, ma'am, I will never say that again, ma'am.'"
Astonished staring. Here's where I clue in.
"Oh. Your kids don't do that, do they?"
I completely forgot that wasn't normal. Oops.
So, I didn't know this, but apparently Sandals and Beaches are owned by the same company and there are distinctions between who they're marketed toward and even who can go there. Beaches is more family-friendly and also, I think, semi-singles friendly. Sandals is designed for couples. This is not a place to go if you are not absolutely secure in being single. Everybody there was either on their honeymoon or celebrating an anniversary. While it was really fun, it was kind of weird at times.
Anyway, we met a lot of really nice couples. And every other person we met was a teacher! So, of course, when you meet other teachers, you sort of share about how crazy the profession is- the kids, the parents, the administration, the legal elements (many of which are completely nonsensical, but that's neither here nor there), plus you also talk about the good parts. Even I (and I am leaving the field running!) have good stories to share. We met several people who teach in schools similar to mine, plus some who are in the heart of suburbia.
Both types of schools have their quirks. I had a kid in my class this year whose older brother had just joined a gang and got his little brother heavily involved in gang activity (yes, I taught third grade this year). I could probably devote an entire blog to that one child. I referred to him as the Prince of Darkness (he told me he was the devil once). I had several CPS kids. I had one who had been abandoned. The list goes on.
On the other hand, you have CrAzY parents in suburban schools. I mean I had crazy parents, too, but this is a different kind of crazy. I love parents who want to volunteer and be involved. I had some awesome parents this year. You get those in all kinds of schools. Suburban schools tend to have greater numbers, however, of parents who don't really want to be involved in a volunteering or productive capacity, but would rather just go and cause trouble. Their children do no wrong. The teachers are all out to get their kids. They just like to yell and scream and create tension for everyone involved. (I grant that there are situations where parents are entitled to be upset, but I'm not addressing those. I'm talking about the parents who create trouble where there isn't any.)
So, here I am discussing the differences between suburban and inner-city schools with a fifth grade teacher. Let's preface this with I would never teach fifth grade. That is the year when they became evil. Even the nicest kids turn into monsters in the fifth grade. So, this private school teacher and I are talking about ideal grades to teach. She finds out I teach third grade and she is just gushing about what a great age it is and how wonderful second and third graders are. Compared to fifth graders, absolutely true. However, given her reaction to my next comment, I'm not sure that she could have handled my bunch. (My proudest moment this year? When another teacher, who can turn on the genuine ghetto fabulousness in a heartbeat, comes out of her room while I am chewing out a kid in the hall and says, "Oh, it's you. I thought that was someone's black ghetto mama out here." No joke. Completely word for word. I have arrived!)
This woman is going on and on about how third graders want to please you and will generally work for you, etc. Often true. So, without thinking anything of it, I comment, "You're so right. I love it when they get so angry and are just yelling, 'I hope you die!,' and then 15 minutes later, they're telling me how much they love me."
Awkward pause.
"Wait, your kids say that they hope you die?"
"I mean, yeah, sometimes. My favorite this year was when this kid, Myresha, told me that she was going to tell her mama to beat me up. And I told her that we could call her mama right then. And I bet that if she came up to the school I wouldn't be the one getting beat. That kid backed down right away, 'I am so sorry, ma'am, I will never say that again, ma'am.'"
Astonished staring. Here's where I clue in.
"Oh. Your kids don't do that, do they?"
I completely forgot that wasn't normal. Oops.
Monday, June 21, 2010
What to do if You're a Moron
Clearly I am sometimes an idiot.
Well, maybe occasionally more than sometimes.
Josh and I went to St. Lucia for our honeymoon. By the way, St. Lucia is AH-maz-ing! I will definitely have to post more about it and our adventures. It is beautiful. The people are incredibly nice.
Josh is very into photography. And I think he's pretty good at it, too. Granted, I do not have a trained eye in this field, but he did his brother's engagement photos and I think they were great. So, naturally, he has an awesome camera. Some of the photographers at the resort offered to trade cameras with him, haha. Thus, we took a lot of pictures, especially when we were out doing things like zip lining, we took my not-as-nice little digital camera with us. Not complaining- I love the camera, but it's no professional deal.
I took a bajillion pictures.
Now comes the I'm a moron part.
It's the last day of vacation. Many, many pictures later. I'm looking at the menu on my camera.
And you've guessed it- I have reformatted my camera. All pictures GONE. Deleted. The end.
Well, crap. Where's my dunce cap?
But apparently enough other people have done this that there is a market for data retrieval software. Hallelujah! All I have to do is pop my memory card into my computer and run the software and it's like magic- I get my pictures back!
So, if you are also sometimes a moron and find yourself in this predicament, I highly recommend the EASEUS Data Recovery software. Although, I do hope that you are smarter than I am.
And now I look back at this and more recent posts and realize that I am an incredibly boring person. Especially now that I no longer have crazy teaching stories. So, thanks for sticking with me. ;)
More pictures to be posted soon, but I wanted to preview one of my favorites. This was Josh's favorite guy. We kept seeing him everywhere at the resort. He inspired Josh to make me swear never to let him do this. Little does he know that I have so many more ways to embarrass him. Hahahaha
Well, maybe occasionally more than sometimes.
Josh and I went to St. Lucia for our honeymoon. By the way, St. Lucia is AH-maz-ing! I will definitely have to post more about it and our adventures. It is beautiful. The people are incredibly nice.
Josh is very into photography. And I think he's pretty good at it, too. Granted, I do not have a trained eye in this field, but he did his brother's engagement photos and I think they were great. So, naturally, he has an awesome camera. Some of the photographers at the resort offered to trade cameras with him, haha. Thus, we took a lot of pictures, especially when we were out doing things like zip lining, we took my not-as-nice little digital camera with us. Not complaining- I love the camera, but it's no professional deal.
I took a bajillion pictures.
Now comes the I'm a moron part.
It's the last day of vacation. Many, many pictures later. I'm looking at the menu on my camera.
And you've guessed it- I have reformatted my camera. All pictures GONE. Deleted. The end.
Well, crap. Where's my dunce cap?
But apparently enough other people have done this that there is a market for data retrieval software. Hallelujah! All I have to do is pop my memory card into my computer and run the software and it's like magic- I get my pictures back!
So, if you are also sometimes a moron and find yourself in this predicament, I highly recommend the EASEUS Data Recovery software. Although, I do hope that you are smarter than I am.
And now I look back at this and more recent posts and realize that I am an incredibly boring person. Especially now that I no longer have crazy teaching stories. So, thanks for sticking with me. ;)
More pictures to be posted soon, but I wanted to preview one of my favorites. This was Josh's favorite guy. We kept seeing him everywhere at the resort. He inspired Josh to make me swear never to let him do this. Little does he know that I have so many more ways to embarrass him. Hahahaha
Thank you, Annie, for the new blog title.
So I have decided to take Mrs. Annie Wrigley's suggestion and go with an ambiguous new blog title and I actually liked her specific suggestion so much that decided that I would go with that.
I have approached the sunset of one career and am hoping that I will not be unemployed forever and will be approaching the dawn of a new (and hopefully better fitting) one.
Thank you to others for your suggestions. They were fun and I appreciated the input.
Again, thanks to those of you who read. Hopefully these posts will be a little more interesting (although hopefully not too interesting) soon.
Also look for a post on our trip to St. Lucia soon!
I have approached the sunset of one career and am hoping that I will not be unemployed forever and will be approaching the dawn of a new (and hopefully better fitting) one.
Thank you to others for your suggestions. They were fun and I appreciated the input.
Again, thanks to those of you who read. Hopefully these posts will be a little more interesting (although hopefully not too interesting) soon.
Also look for a post on our trip to St. Lucia soon!
Friday, June 4, 2010
New Blog Name?
So... this is my first post past the end of my teaching career....
woohoo!!!
That final week was the longest in recent memory. I never knew that 5 days could be so long. This was due, in large part, to the fact that both the kids and I were so long past done. It's really hard to keep kids motivated post-test when the entire system has been set up to worship a standardized test. But I really don't want to get into my thoughts and opinions about the current state of public education at this time.
Perhaps over the summer when I have copious free time. :) I have a fabulous fiance who fully supports my need to have a little bit of a breather post teaching. Because, as I have outlined in previous entries, my hat is off to career teachers. Way to go! However, I am not a career teacher, neither was I designed to be one. As such, I am completely burned out. I am looking forward to a time when I have normal emotions and feelings. Things still frustrate me, make me angry, but not in the way that they probably should. After that first year, I could not take on kids' hurts in the same way anymore. Did I still feel their injustice and hate their situtation? Sure. But if I were to survive, I absolutely could not internalize it in the same way. Part of me shut off. It had to.
In other events...
Today I applied for my first job past teaching. Again, I am looking to take a little time off (I still get paid for a bit- I could disperse my paycheck through 12 months instead of 10, so I'm still receiving money I already earned). It was hard and took me forever. I have been trying to complete the application for about a week now without success. But today, I finally finished it. KSA's with little direction, other than "write one or two paragraphs about each position that you are applying for and why you would be an asset" is difficult. But it did feel good to use some of my big girl language and not dumb it down for 8 to 10-year-olds for once. :)
Additionally, I have decided that I need to change the name of my blog. First of all, I haven't taught Pre-K for two years and now I don't even teach, so the name isn't really so appropriate anymore. (btw, those of you who read this when it downloads into facebook, I actually write this on Google Blogger-the link's under my links on my info page). I solicited some ideas on my facebook status:
First, "Post-K stories of insanity." A good one. And true. My life is still insane after pre-K, just a different type of insane.
"Tales of the Newlywed." Also a good one. Reflective of what my life is changing into. One week from today, I will be getting married. Which is so SCARY. And exciting. Then I'm moving back to Virginia, which is terribly exciting, as well. So (hopefully) lots of tales (hopefully goood ones).
"Everyday Stories of Insanity." True. I was insane prior to this job. And now I'm definitely more insane. ;)
"How to Stop Attracting Crazy People." Good one. I have attracted many a crazy person in my day. Now is not the time to recount them....haha. But I have appeared to have attracted a reasonably normal one. :)
"Pre-K stories: Cause of Current Insanity." So true. So true. I will not elaborate further, there is no need. Just read earlier posts.
What do you think? One of these? Different suggestion?
woohoo!!!
That final week was the longest in recent memory. I never knew that 5 days could be so long. This was due, in large part, to the fact that both the kids and I were so long past done. It's really hard to keep kids motivated post-test when the entire system has been set up to worship a standardized test. But I really don't want to get into my thoughts and opinions about the current state of public education at this time.
Perhaps over the summer when I have copious free time. :) I have a fabulous fiance who fully supports my need to have a little bit of a breather post teaching. Because, as I have outlined in previous entries, my hat is off to career teachers. Way to go! However, I am not a career teacher, neither was I designed to be one. As such, I am completely burned out. I am looking forward to a time when I have normal emotions and feelings. Things still frustrate me, make me angry, but not in the way that they probably should. After that first year, I could not take on kids' hurts in the same way anymore. Did I still feel their injustice and hate their situtation? Sure. But if I were to survive, I absolutely could not internalize it in the same way. Part of me shut off. It had to.
In other events...
Today I applied for my first job past teaching. Again, I am looking to take a little time off (I still get paid for a bit- I could disperse my paycheck through 12 months instead of 10, so I'm still receiving money I already earned). It was hard and took me forever. I have been trying to complete the application for about a week now without success. But today, I finally finished it. KSA's with little direction, other than "write one or two paragraphs about each position that you are applying for and why you would be an asset" is difficult. But it did feel good to use some of my big girl language and not dumb it down for 8 to 10-year-olds for once. :)
Additionally, I have decided that I need to change the name of my blog. First of all, I haven't taught Pre-K for two years and now I don't even teach, so the name isn't really so appropriate anymore. (btw, those of you who read this when it downloads into facebook, I actually write this on Google Blogger-the link's under my links on my info page). I solicited some ideas on my facebook status:
First, "Post-K stories of insanity." A good one. And true. My life is still insane after pre-K, just a different type of insane.
"Tales of the Newlywed." Also a good one. Reflective of what my life is changing into. One week from today, I will be getting married. Which is so SCARY. And exciting. Then I'm moving back to Virginia, which is terribly exciting, as well. So (hopefully) lots of tales (hopefully goood ones).
"Everyday Stories of Insanity." True. I was insane prior to this job. And now I'm definitely more insane. ;)
"How to Stop Attracting Crazy People." Good one. I have attracted many a crazy person in my day. Now is not the time to recount them....haha. But I have appeared to have attracted a reasonably normal one. :)
"Pre-K stories: Cause of Current Insanity." So true. So true. I will not elaborate further, there is no need. Just read earlier posts.
What do you think? One of these? Different suggestion?
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