About a week and a half ago I was in the midst of a shame spiral, as my friend Brittany terms it. I'd had a bad day at work. I was still struggling to adapt to my apartment. I was flat broke, but luckily I'd found 40 bucks in a bank account I rarely used. I went to the grocery store in a shirt that looked two sizes too big (it was actually only once size too big) and gym shorts. My hair was a hot mess and I was in quite a bad mood. I had necessities to buy and wasn't really in the mood to be there. I got my necessities and a couple of groceries and also placed some raw chocolate chip cookie dough into my basket with no intentions of baking it. You know what eating raw cookie dough makes you feel like? Simultaneously you feel like it was the best idea ever and you hate yourself. It was one of those days, you know? I was walking through the parking lot back to my car with my phone tucked into my bra and it started ringing. Seriously? The one time my hands are full my phone is going to ring? I was pissed, saw it wasn't a number I recognized, but decided to answer it anyway. It was a principal from an interview I'd gone to earlier that day. "Great," I thought. I just interviewed today and they're already telling me they picked someone else.
Not so. I GOT THE JOB! Hello, this is only my lifelong dream to be a teacher. Now I've got one week under my belt teaching fifth grade and it's awesome. After the first day I almost cried because it was a disaster, but it's gotten much better. I really think I'm good at this job. I'm still adapting to the learning curve, but it's not as bad as I expected it to be. The kids are great (even though I have a few difficult ones) and I really enjoy this job. That's what picking a career is all about, yeah?
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