We gonna sip Bacardi...
Yes, I know I am pimping myself out right now, but I am going to say it:
Tomorrow is my birfday. Please don't sing.
Anyway, I am going to be officially old.
31.
*sigh*
I am now over 30. Whatever. I don't feel old. Hell, I have a hard time believing I am a grown-up. I am still amazed that they allow me to have charge of a classroom full of teenagers on a daily basis. I don't feel much more mature than they are on some days.
However, I will say that I do love what I do. And, although I don't get paid much, I come home from work most days, and I feel like I have done something worthwhile. I also usually have a MASSIVE tumor-like headache, but I still feel that I have done something that has made a difference in someone's life.
And that's a good thing.
So, here's to year #31.
Go me. It's my birfday.
;)
Tomorrow is my birfday. Please don't sing.
Anyway, I am going to be officially old.
31.
*sigh*
I am now over 30. Whatever. I don't feel old. Hell, I have a hard time believing I am a grown-up. I am still amazed that they allow me to have charge of a classroom full of teenagers on a daily basis. I don't feel much more mature than they are on some days.
However, I will say that I do love what I do. And, although I don't get paid much, I come home from work most days, and I feel like I have done something worthwhile. I also usually have a MASSIVE tumor-like headache, but I still feel that I have done something that has made a difference in someone's life.
And that's a good thing.
So, here's to year #31.
Go me. It's my birfday.
;)
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