At a recent Blutender event for Pius XI High School, where I taught English for ten years, I met up with some of my old colleagues and their friends and supporters. They were raising money for the Hank Raymonds Scholarship Fund. When Mr. Raymonds died (he was the Marquette University basketball coach and athletic director in the 1970s), his three children, who were all Piux XI alums, created the fund in his honor.
I’m not afraid of the unknown or the past. I mean, I’m not afraid of death because of my faith, and I don’t regret anything in my life. I remember taking a course called Death & Dying at Dominican; this was pivotal in my not living with regrets.
My biggest fear, then, is not having enough to retire on, especially as a single person. I don’t fear being alone–I have lots of friends and family–but I do worry about retirement.
I have a surface phobia: falling down stairs. In fact, I was on the 30th floor of the 411 Building at Quarles & Brady when I found out they were going to have a fire drill in which we were to take the stairs all the way down. I escaped the building early and came here to The Pfister and got a cup of coffee.
But my actual fear is this: my sixteen-year-old son goes to Pius and he’s physically disabled. I’m constantly trying to provide opportunities for him, and I know that he doesn’t want to be different. So my biggest fear is dying before I know he’s “set.” I want him to have insurance and money so he can take care of himself. I don’t want to die before him.
I’m afraid of not being liked. Well, maybe I shouldn’t use the word “liked.” I mean, teachers are the most insecure people. Teaching is our chance to be in power, but sometimes, when I think I’m doing well and I’ve nailed it, there’s this one kid out of thirty that tells me, “That’s crap.” That’s being a teacher, though, huh?
My biggest fear is being up this high on the 23rd floor. If you paid me a million dollars to press my face up against the glass, I wouldn’t take it! I used to take the kids to Great America and go on the highest roller coasters, but for some reason I’m afraid of heights now.
When I was coming up the elevator, I kept telling myself “You can take it! You can take it! I’m a big girl . . .”
See that guy by the window????
HE’S FREAKING ME OUT!