This morning I interviewed for an 11th grade teaching position. It was one of the most nerve-wracking interviews I have ever gone through, largely because I was acutely aware of how unqualified I feel. I know the subject matter; I aced my English classes and loved them too. But the idea of being in charge of six periods worth of high school juniors puts me a bit out of my element. However, I think my enthusiasm for education made its way through my bumbling answers. Now I just have to wait to hear from the principal.

On the freelance writing front, I have applied for a few small assignments, but thus far have received no response. The fact that I have no clips to send with my resume is likely the major problem. I am not sure how to rectify that right now.

I find it ironic that even though I have set my mind to leaving my present firm, I still have that stomach-turning sense of dread upon entering my office. You would think the mere knowledge that I will be free from the stress of this place in a few weeks (hopefully) would be enough to give me a little relief. That is likely because I haven’t yet told anyone here that I am leaving. Maybe if they knew I was only going to be here for a little longer I would feel better about being here at all. Who knows? But I have got to stop stressing over all of this. Any day now I am going to come down with some awful symptom and have to go to a doctor to have him tell me it’s stress. I hate when that happens (which is about once every two years for me).

I feel like I’m rambling … so I’ll stop.

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