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So I've spent the past day or so in some intense contemplation. I don't know what I am doing with myself anymore. The longer I continue in this "teacher education (oxymoron?) program," the more I think I am shortchanging myself. I came dangerously close to signing up for a grant that would lock me into teaching in a low income area for 4 years after my graduation, but bit the bullet and took out a loan instead at the last minute. Anyone else in this economy would have done it, and it is in my field of study. For some reason though, it just felt like a death sentence. Joe being so supportive doesn't help either. Mr. Optimism has been projecting a lot recently, and making me a bit more daring than I would normally be considering things like my less than certain future career plans. I hate not being sure. I hate not having a plan. But, here I am.
He wants to go to Arizona. He wants to go to Washington. He wants me to do whatever makes me happy, even if it makes us poor. I just want to go wherever he is. What does that say about me? I don't care anymore.
He wants to go to Arizona. He wants to go to Washington. He wants me to do whatever makes me happy, even if it makes us poor. I just want to go wherever he is. What does that say about me? I don't care anymore.