I left my teaching job a few months ago because of a back injury. I don't miss it much, except that I advised the school newspaper and I miss my editors a lot.
They miss me, too. Today the students had an early release and my boys came to my house (thank god it was half-way clean) to give me a surprise guilt trip and eat my food.
I'm glad that they came to joke around with me and tell me they miss me...but I'm sad that I'm no longer their adviser. They ate my chips, drank my soda, and left me with a big hole in my heart.
I've been making lemonade with the freelancing thing, but there's times, like today, I'm not sure I've made the right decision. Well, I didn't really have a choice...
Cheer me up? (I promise, I'm not always so glum...)
They miss me, too. Today the students had an early release and my boys came to my house (thank god it was half-way clean) to give me a surprise guilt trip and eat my food.
I'm glad that they came to joke around with me and tell me they miss me...but I'm sad that I'm no longer their adviser. They ate my chips, drank my soda, and left me with a big hole in my heart.
I've been making lemonade with the freelancing thing, but there's times, like today, I'm not sure I've made the right decision. Well, I didn't really have a choice...
Cheer me up? (I promise, I'm not always so glum...)