I is scared. I is unhappy. I needs to do something. I say fuck grammar in its face!
I hooped for the first time in...oh, I dunno, months? :( I have fallen so behind myself in a dreadful plateau. :(((((
<---- that was just my status update on facecrack. Le sigh.
My job is slaughtering everything about me, it seems. I feel it's time for change. Frankly, I'm scared of it. I'm scared to leave this job because I don't want it to look bad on future resumes, and I still do want to be a teacher.
Amusingly enough, as my personal life gets more fabulous, my job/career life has continued to get more difficult. Every year since graduating with my bachelors has gotten harder. I feel as if I'm clawing my way through the professional world, holding on to bare-faced cliffs by the very edges of my weak, chipped fingernails.
It doesn't feel right that I should give up myself to help these kids. It feels like at this school, people work EXTRA EXTRA hard and are not really getting higher results. Yeah, sure, our test scores went up last year, but fuck man. I know some of those kids cannot write, cannot communicate, cannot really think logically outside of a test room. It doesn't feel right.
Something has to give.
I received a fortune cookie today that said "Soon you will witness a miracle." For the first time in my entire life, I kept it. I want a miracle. I want it now. I want it to have to do with my job.
And so it is, dammit.
<---- that was just my status update on facecrack. Le sigh.
My job is slaughtering everything about me, it seems. I feel it's time for change. Frankly, I'm scared of it. I'm scared to leave this job because I don't want it to look bad on future resumes, and I still do want to be a teacher.
Amusingly enough, as my personal life gets more fabulous, my job/career life has continued to get more difficult. Every year since graduating with my bachelors has gotten harder. I feel as if I'm clawing my way through the professional world, holding on to bare-faced cliffs by the very edges of my weak, chipped fingernails.
It doesn't feel right that I should give up myself to help these kids. It feels like at this school, people work EXTRA EXTRA hard and are not really getting higher results. Yeah, sure, our test scores went up last year, but fuck man. I know some of those kids cannot write, cannot communicate, cannot really think logically outside of a test room. It doesn't feel right.
Something has to give.
I received a fortune cookie today that said "Soon you will witness a miracle." For the first time in my entire life, I kept it. I want a miracle. I want it now. I want it to have to do with my job.
And so it is, dammit.