Good Experiences

I don’t like quitting and definitely don’t want to make a habit of it, but I dunno, this one just didn’t sit well. And I sit here extremely guilty, but also relieved that I am out of the situation and that there is someone more equipped to teach this class than I was. I think I was starting to get through to them though. By Friday I just had to give one look and things would settle down. The swearing was down to a minimum too and at least no one was throwing anything at me.

Chalking it all up to "good ol' experience" is exactly how I am going to handle explaining to the family this coming Monday at a graduation party why I had a job and then didn't have the job. It won't be easy with a great deal of aunts, uncles, great aunts, and cousins being teachers. I am imagining a lot of whys and hows being asked, although I am pretty well-rehearsed by now. It is due to my own guilt kicking in last week causing me to justify to myself this decision on a daily basis. However, I am also anticipating a lot of knowing looks, sympathetic nods, and sighing exclamations of "I remember my first time when..."

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Don't feel guilty. I spent years to become an architect. When I started to do homes, I could not believe how many times these people can change their minds. Well, after the third house it was clear that being an architect wasn't for me.

I am thoroughly convinced having spent more years than I'd want to admit that teaching is the hardest job there is. Did you remember to not let them see you smile until xmas? And just when I thought I was getting good at it, I ran out of patience and also quit. I run my own business now, and although I miss the paychecks, I don't miss the abuse and the lack of respect. And it sure feels great now since I stopped beating my head against the wall.

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