I know it is going to sound corny or contrived or all Pollyannaish, but I have my dream job. The only thing missing from my job is lots of dollars, but I still make decent money for the time I spend. My inability to predict the weather is also a drawback. The weather causes me extreme anxiety during tour season, which is stupid, but true nonetheless.
I work approximately 65 half days a year. My days are spent outside. I walk, I talk. I work with the best teachers. I spend time with students - precious, smart, sometimes overly enthusiastic students. Mostly, I have gracious parents. I tell stories of famous and not so famous folks. I am in the hustle and bustle of downtown. I set my own schedule. I teach, but I do not administer tests, I do not have papers to grade, no parent-teacher conferences to conduct, nor faculty meetings to attend. I have the best part of teaching with none of that icky stuff. People, I wear tennis shoes to work! My dream job? I have it.
Day 15 - my dream job - check
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