Today was the first time it hit me--I'm not going to be a teacher. Its strange because since middle school, without wavering, I've known that I wanted to teach young children in some capacity. With the whole teaching thing going to hell in a hand basket, I knew I needed other options. I've been so focused on just getting a job that it didn't even matter what I was doing. And I was genuinely excited about working for the neurologist's office, but suddenly I've realized that the dream is lost and I can't have it back for a while. I'm still somewhat excited to work at the neurologist's office because it will be easier, has the potential to pay better, and has better hours, but I can't help but feel odd leaving teaching behind. It feels like a piece of me (a piece that has collected 3 bed bins and 4 storage tubs of stuff) has been cut out. I have hope though, that one day I will be in front of my very own classroom. One day...
TTFN
TTFN
1 comment:
Girl- you are not even old enough to rent a covertable yet without the special insurance or a guarantor. Give it two or three years, build your nest egg, then jump into it. It'll be there waiting for you. Plus working in the school system in the beginning- you are more likely to get sick- what if you get engaged and have a wedding to plan OR house shopping- you dont wanna be sick for that do ya?! See- everything happens for a reason.
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