About a month ago, I was driving home from work and decided long hair was exhausting. So, I did what any sane person does. I found a Great Clips coupon and lopped off 7 inches of hair less than an hour later. And man, did things get awkward. Continue reading “Frugally Awesome…Or Awkward: Haircut Edition”
To the people who say not to make your work your passion*, you’re right. Your approach is far more strategic and systematic. You will reach financial independence much faster pursuing a six-figure career than I will figuring out why teenagers are still tempted to cover their arms in glue whenever we create posters. You will also garner far more esteem in the media, on social media, from your friends, and at family parties. You, my friend, are an innovator. A disrupter. Someone who will push your field to the precipice, help pivot a struggling enterprise, or create the newest technology.
I don’t do what you do.
I couldn’t do what you do.
I’m also not sure I’d want to. Continue reading “My Passion is My Work”
In the last installment of this series, I confessed to being a supremely awkward being. I wasn’t lying. Just when I thought I couldn’t embarrass myself any more in front of my bosses, I had my evaluation meeting. Halfway through the meeting, one of the beads on my necklace cannonballed down my shirt. Thankfully, we were both seated, so it was only mildly awkward when I wrenched my elbow towards my torso to try to hold the bead in place. All was fine until I had to stand up and say goodbye. To say I looked like a Tyrannous Rex would be a perfectly fitting description. I’m no paleontologist, but I do know that T-Rexs would have had a downright difficult time shaking hands back in the day.
While I basically spend all my waking hours inadvertently seeking opportunities to turn seven shades of red, I am also refining an awkward moment specialty: financial embarrassments. These awkward encounters are all courtesy of my job–students and fellow teachers alike. And yes, I know you’re laughing at me, not with me. It’s OK. Continue reading “Frugally Awesome…or Awkward: Part 2”
Last week, I found myself feeling all sorts of things: sick, tired, sick of being tired. The trimester was coming to a close. It seemed as if I was spending every waking moment planning, grading, putting together the literary magazine, supervising an intervention group. Plus, a former student asked if we could resume our evening tutoring sessions. I did not say no. When I felt like I could not put anything else on my plate, I was nominated to coordinate treat day for our department.
As I stood in line to pick up the catering the evening prior to the event, I made eye contact with the bubbliest, bright-eyed teenager I had seen in a long time. She exuded politeness and personality. A quick glance at my watch and a fast calculation helped me realize that she probably had at least another three hours of work before her shift ended. After which, she would embark on her pile of homework, catch up with friends, and maybe even spare some time for her family if anyone was still awake. Then, she would crawl into bed and do it all over again the next day. I used to be that girl. We all did. And somehow we’ve forgotten what it’s like to hustle like we’re still in high school. Continue reading “Hustle Like You’re in High School”