Dear Bloggies,
I'm a waffle. But I think I'm going to take the job. After revisiting my list of pros and cons... I realized it was just out of my comfort zone. A girl's gotta be brave, right? The Decision will be revisited next May. I now have on my big girl panties. In case you were wondering.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Decisions
I’m about as waffley as a waffle iron. When it comes to decision making, you might be waiting on me to make up my mind. Why do I decide to act like all of America’s favorite politicians, minus the affairs? I’m not really sure. Maybe it stems from my childhood… or maybe…
Decisions.
Why do they always seem so important? Sure I can make up my mind when I should brush my teeth. Or when I should cut my hair… But when it comes down to the BIG decisions… this girl… needs to make a pros and cons list. Why? Because when all your thoughts meddle together into one confused muddle-y mess… It seems to simplify things. It never fails. Except for the BIG decision I’m facing right now.
Decisions.
Grown ups make them… but I don’t want to be a grown up. So what’s the BIG decision? Jobs. Do I want to work here? Or there? Or…. Or if I turn down this job opportunity, if I get it, will there be another one? I mean $7,000 is a big difference, right? And money aside… a teacher’s image is already a hard one to uphold… but working at a school that seems to have higher standards… comes with a stricter teacher image… And I’m not sure I fit that. Why? Because I own black pjs. Why? Because they were cute. And I have a boy haircut right now. Why? Because it was a hair mishap, but I kind of like it short. And you know what else bloggies? I really like my incoming new last name. Even if it sounds scandalous. I’ve waited almost 7 years for that last name, you know? But you know what else? It all comes down to…
Decisions.
I mean sure, I could work there a year and then find another job… but what if I can’t survive that year? I mean… I’d have to teach the Bible… I’m not sure I’m really ready to teach the Bible… I don’t think I’m really qualified for that… And I have black shoes. I love my black shoes. And I love Harry Potter. I mean I really love Harry Potter… Harry isn’t allowed on campus for goodness sakes. I’m afraid I might laugh in everyone’s faces while sneaking Harry into my classroom. Would that get me fired? Probably. Do these sound like excuses to you bloggies? They might be… but … I’m not sure I’d be happy teaching at this school… because it doesn’t have the same challenges that I thrive on… it doesn’t have the diversity… or, oddly enough, as much freedom. And I don’t think I could tell someone they can’t wear their cute black shirts with their cute boy hair cuts when their girls and their skorts. I mean it’s 2011 for goodness sakes. Wake up and smell the coffee beans, bloggies… It’s a girl’s world now a days. We don’t have to wear corsets or hoop skirts.
Decisions.
I would be the youngest teacher there. I mean it’s bad enough that I would look like the youngest… but to be the youngest… is a little scary. Why? Because… teachers need friends too. Teachers need companions… Teachers need to be able to confide… And confiding with someone who looks like my grandma… would be challenging… Okay. They aren’t as old as my grandmother. But they’re old enough to be my mom.
Decisions.
I hate them. I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate them. And my pros and cons list is a liar. I know there’s more pros than cons (five more exactly) but if I were happy about taking the job that hasn’t been offered to me yet… would I be sitting here and writing this bloggies? No. I don’t think I would. I think I made it, bloggies…. A
Decision.
Who knew growing up would be so… yuck.
Decisions.
Why do they always seem so important? Sure I can make up my mind when I should brush my teeth. Or when I should cut my hair… But when it comes down to the BIG decisions… this girl… needs to make a pros and cons list. Why? Because when all your thoughts meddle together into one confused muddle-y mess… It seems to simplify things. It never fails. Except for the BIG decision I’m facing right now.
Decisions.
Grown ups make them… but I don’t want to be a grown up. So what’s the BIG decision? Jobs. Do I want to work here? Or there? Or…. Or if I turn down this job opportunity, if I get it, will there be another one? I mean $7,000 is a big difference, right? And money aside… a teacher’s image is already a hard one to uphold… but working at a school that seems to have higher standards… comes with a stricter teacher image… And I’m not sure I fit that. Why? Because I own black pjs. Why? Because they were cute. And I have a boy haircut right now. Why? Because it was a hair mishap, but I kind of like it short. And you know what else bloggies? I really like my incoming new last name. Even if it sounds scandalous. I’ve waited almost 7 years for that last name, you know? But you know what else? It all comes down to…
Decisions.
I mean sure, I could work there a year and then find another job… but what if I can’t survive that year? I mean… I’d have to teach the Bible… I’m not sure I’m really ready to teach the Bible… I don’t think I’m really qualified for that… And I have black shoes. I love my black shoes. And I love Harry Potter. I mean I really love Harry Potter… Harry isn’t allowed on campus for goodness sakes. I’m afraid I might laugh in everyone’s faces while sneaking Harry into my classroom. Would that get me fired? Probably. Do these sound like excuses to you bloggies? They might be… but … I’m not sure I’d be happy teaching at this school… because it doesn’t have the same challenges that I thrive on… it doesn’t have the diversity… or, oddly enough, as much freedom. And I don’t think I could tell someone they can’t wear their cute black shirts with their cute boy hair cuts when their girls and their skorts. I mean it’s 2011 for goodness sakes. Wake up and smell the coffee beans, bloggies… It’s a girl’s world now a days. We don’t have to wear corsets or hoop skirts.
Decisions.
I would be the youngest teacher there. I mean it’s bad enough that I would look like the youngest… but to be the youngest… is a little scary. Why? Because… teachers need friends too. Teachers need companions… Teachers need to be able to confide… And confiding with someone who looks like my grandma… would be challenging… Okay. They aren’t as old as my grandmother. But they’re old enough to be my mom.
Decisions.
I hate them. I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate them. And my pros and cons list is a liar. I know there’s more pros than cons (five more exactly) but if I were happy about taking the job that hasn’t been offered to me yet… would I be sitting here and writing this bloggies? No. I don’t think I would. I think I made it, bloggies…. A
Decision.
Who knew growing up would be so… yuck.
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