I'm pondering my next move. When I was in college and finishing my student teaching, my cooperating teacher, right after I finished my last observation said to me, "Sarah, don't go into teaching. It's a load of crap. You have a command on the English language. You should go to law school and make some real money."
It's advice that's haunted me since and now after finishing my Master's degree (18 months of jumping through hoops, if you ask me) I'm thinking about it.
Do I want to be a lawyer? Nope.
I still don't know what I want to do when I grow up...but there's something about being able to say, "oh, yea, I have one of those [law degrees] " that I find alluring and romantic.
We'll see.
Updates:
BELLY IS MONSTROUS. 33 weeks, 2 days. I'm reconsidering yoga class. I'll probably teach it because I'm a sucker.
Gram's computer is back up and running. She was complaining that pages were asking her for her password again. Turns out...the internet chord wasn't plugged in! Oh, Grandmom. I've gotten three emails from her since. She's cute.
Another gram story- usually, she pays EVERYONE for services rendered. When we try to argue that we're her grandchildren and that's just what good grandchildren should do, she gets MAD. Turns bright red, yells, etc. She had a pacemaker put in. She's in NO condition to be all upset so normally we stop arguing after the first refusal. Also, she's been planning her death for some time now- giving away all sorts of things so people don't fight over them- also, it ensures that the "right" people get the "right" things.
When she was in the hospital some time ago she was talking crazy- telling us all sorts of stories so I wasn't taking too much of what she said seriously...but apparently the going rate on plugging your grandmother's computer back into the wall is...her engagement ring. I'll love it more than she'll ever know.
It's advice that's haunted me since and now after finishing my Master's degree (18 months of jumping through hoops, if you ask me) I'm thinking about it.
Do I want to be a lawyer? Nope.
I still don't know what I want to do when I grow up...but there's something about being able to say, "oh, yea, I have one of those [law degrees] " that I find alluring and romantic.
We'll see.
Updates:
BELLY IS MONSTROUS. 33 weeks, 2 days. I'm reconsidering yoga class. I'll probably teach it because I'm a sucker.
Gram's computer is back up and running. She was complaining that pages were asking her for her password again. Turns out...the internet chord wasn't plugged in! Oh, Grandmom. I've gotten three emails from her since. She's cute.
Another gram story- usually, she pays EVERYONE for services rendered. When we try to argue that we're her grandchildren and that's just what good grandchildren should do, she gets MAD. Turns bright red, yells, etc. She had a pacemaker put in. She's in NO condition to be all upset so normally we stop arguing after the first refusal. Also, she's been planning her death for some time now- giving away all sorts of things so people don't fight over them- also, it ensures that the "right" people get the "right" things.
When she was in the hospital some time ago she was talking crazy- telling us all sorts of stories so I wasn't taking too much of what she said seriously...but apparently the going rate on plugging your grandmother's computer back into the wall is...her engagement ring. I'll love it more than she'll ever know.
Lastly- Todd and I spend some time in DC this weekend. He ran his first marathon. PLEASE read his blog about it- it's a little lengthy but basically sums up why I married him: HE'S NUTS.
Time to make the dernuts.
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