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liiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvvveeeeeeejournal!
I got a job today.
Well, I got hired, for a job that starts in March. But still.
It'll be my first gig as an adjunct professor at a for realz university. So even though I am months away from the actual challenges of teaching, or the meager rewards of any paychecks coming my way, this still feels CRAZY VALIDATING!!!
I feel like the teensiest bit of a dweeb for admitting that. But really, this is my first hint that going to grad school wasn't (as far as my professional career goes) a total waste of time and money. Part of me has been waiting for the other shoe to drop, when funds would drop too low and I'd have to cave and go back to working in a restaurant or a coffee shop or cleaning people's houses. Not that there's anything wrong with that kinda work, I'm just fatigued and I'm excited to do something new that I like doing.
While I'm riding a posi wave, I'll also say that I'm really psyched to have a story out in the new issue of As You Were. It feels like the most "real" comics thing that I've done, and I'm excited to do more.
Everybody pause for that rare split second moment where I pat myself on the back.
Ok, back to reality.
While I am super happy about the chance to teach 18-22 year olds, currently I am omega stressed about a classroom full of 3rd-5th graders.
Last week I started teaching comics for an after school enrichment program. Half the students have suuuuper ADD. hyperactive and/or cryers. Also it's a private school where discipline seems frowned upon and students are super coddled. But, it's only 9 more weeks so I'll grind it out.
What else is brewing?
I dunno. I'm falling behind on many of my other projects which is discouraging. Last year I felt like my novel was on fire...I mean, not like it was the best, but the story was just coming to me and I was always able to sit down and spit out some pages and push the story forward. Only now my characters are as stuck as they've ever been. I desperately want to shut myself in a room and get hyperactive and just write my way out of the jam, get things flowing again, but there is such a long checklist of other things to do, I don't know when I'm going to figure out when Rabbit will find his magic word.
I could probs ramble longer but I'll save it.
goodnight interweb.
I got a job today.
Well, I got hired, for a job that starts in March. But still.
It'll be my first gig as an adjunct professor at a for realz university. So even though I am months away from the actual challenges of teaching, or the meager rewards of any paychecks coming my way, this still feels CRAZY VALIDATING!!!
I feel like the teensiest bit of a dweeb for admitting that. But really, this is my first hint that going to grad school wasn't (as far as my professional career goes) a total waste of time and money. Part of me has been waiting for the other shoe to drop, when funds would drop too low and I'd have to cave and go back to working in a restaurant or a coffee shop or cleaning people's houses. Not that there's anything wrong with that kinda work, I'm just fatigued and I'm excited to do something new that I like doing.
While I'm riding a posi wave, I'll also say that I'm really psyched to have a story out in the new issue of As You Were. It feels like the most "real" comics thing that I've done, and I'm excited to do more.
Everybody pause for that rare split second moment where I pat myself on the back.
Ok, back to reality.
While I am super happy about the chance to teach 18-22 year olds, currently I am omega stressed about a classroom full of 3rd-5th graders.
Last week I started teaching comics for an after school enrichment program. Half the students have suuuuper ADD. hyperactive and/or cryers. Also it's a private school where discipline seems frowned upon and students are super coddled. But, it's only 9 more weeks so I'll grind it out.
What else is brewing?
I dunno. I'm falling behind on many of my other projects which is discouraging. Last year I felt like my novel was on fire...I mean, not like it was the best, but the story was just coming to me and I was always able to sit down and spit out some pages and push the story forward. Only now my characters are as stuck as they've ever been. I desperately want to shut myself in a room and get hyperactive and just write my way out of the jam, get things flowing again, but there is such a long checklist of other things to do, I don't know when I'm going to figure out when Rabbit will find his magic word.
I could probs ramble longer but I'll save it.
goodnight interweb.