I was mostly inspired by Molly to start writing again, because in my hiatus, Molly started her own blog about what's happening in her life. And Molly is pretty influential in my life. Like the time she asked if I wanted to wear her nicotine patch, and since there was that one time when I took a few puffs of a cigarette, I said yes. You can't be too careful when it comes to addictions, afterall.
Last week I got a new job. I'm going to be a third grade teacher in less than a month, which is completely exciting and completely horrifying at the same time, and my brain doesn't really know what to do with it. I was ambitious with my teaching in what I wanted to do in the classroom while student teaching and shortly after finishing grad school. But then I spent two years (cough, preschool, cough) realizing that I was working in a place where I could do little work and get by, while still looking like an ok teacher. So I'm trying to adjust now to the idea that just "getting by" doesn't exactly fly in a public elementary school. Nevermind a public elementary school where 80% of the kids don't speak English at home.
I'm also thinking back to my elementary school days, when third grade was my all-time favorite grade because I loved my teacher. And I wonder what my class would think if they knew their teacher was spending her summer with nights like this:
July has, for some reason, been filled with an unreasonable amount of flip cup, beirut, and nights that end with pictures like these.
