(Okay, Jessica, I hope you're happy since you're probably going to be one of the only ones ever to read this!)
It's funny how things turn out.
I remember once when I was in school, I must have been in middle school or around there, I had this sudden thought of how awful it would be to be a teacher. I completely removed myself from the moment and thought about it, logically, and how terrible and thankless it would be. I remember thinking, well, that's okay, since no one is ever going to MAKE you be a teacher. I'll never have to if I don't want to.
And look at me now! Ha!
It's really not as bad as my sixth-grade self imagined. I'd rather not imagine most of the things they think about me, but I try to spend most of the day laughing instead of yelling. It's strange when I realize that I've been doing this for a year. Where has the time gone? It's already winter, and I can hardly remember summer. I know I've gotten better at my job, and now I'm leaving it behind. But I'd hate to think that I'm one of those people that would settle for something just because it's easier.
I really don't know what to write aside from that. It's going to be slow at first, but don't worry, I'll get back into the hang of things.
