1st Day of Subbing
Tomorrow marks the first day that I will sub in a classroom. It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside. It's not one of those you can easily hide. I'm kind of excited to sub...other than the fact that I'm subbing Industrial Arts (Shop), which I never cared much for. My dad asked the regular teacher what'd we be doing, and I'm going to be watching the same film for 7 hours! ;)
This is a picture of my last day of Physics class, my senior year at PBL High School. My dad is the teacher. This was after much inner healing, allowing me to be more relaxed and open to the idea that people liked me.
I wish I would have changed before the second half of my senior year. I would have liked to be friendlier and not have been such a loner. There are times when I wonder what life would have been like if I would have been secure in my identity when I was in high school. I see some kids now, like my bud Caleb, who is miles ahead of where I was. I actually admire him and look up to him in these areas.
So there you go, Caleb. If you're reading this, I think very highly of you, and I love you. ;)
This is a picture of my last day of Physics class, my senior year at PBL High School. My dad is the teacher. This was after much inner healing, allowing me to be more relaxed and open to the idea that people liked me.
I wish I would have changed before the second half of my senior year. I would have liked to be friendlier and not have been such a loner. There are times when I wonder what life would have been like if I would have been secure in my identity when I was in high school. I see some kids now, like my bud Caleb, who is miles ahead of where I was. I actually admire him and look up to him in these areas.
So there you go, Caleb. If you're reading this, I think very highly of you, and I love you. ;)