[all grown up.]
when i was working on my undergrad degree, i thought i'd be an actress. i was young and confident and had wild, wild dreams. i thought i could be a stage actor, make it big and be a star without ever having to leave texas. after a couple of semesters, i realized theater was a lot of work... and most of it i didn't enjoy at all.
i moved onto broadcast journalism and even got braces when my professor told me my overbite would keep me from getting jobs as a newscaster or weather girl. my overbite improved a lot faster than my career goals lasted and from there i moved on to literature.
finally, i'd found something that lit a fire inside me.
this week, i was offered a job teaching two english courses in the fall at olympic college. i've always hoped to teach college english and when i knew i wouldn't be going back to the high school, i sort of stumbled into an interview with the dean. i went thinking i was half crazy since i don't have any college teaching experience but i decided it was worth a shot. i was more nervous than i've been in years. as i walked up the wide staircase toward the dean's office, i wasn't sure if i would pass out or throw up but i was certain i wanted to run away.
i didn't run. i sat with my back straight and my hands folded in my lap, clenching my fingers together so tight that they were actually sore when it was all said and done. i answered the questions as best i could, with thoughtful confidence, and tried hard not to say anything stupid. i stopped myself a few times trying too hard and instead just gave them my best self. it's not much but it's all i've got.
and it worked.
they liked me.
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