I realize I am not the only struggling 24-year-old female out there. I am not that self-absorbed that I cannot empathize with all of you. That is why I am creating this blog. So that perhaps other newly single, twenty-something wanna-be teachers can vent out their inundated frustrations with the current job competition. I mean, I feel like we are in Bring It On and I am Torrence Shipman taking on the entire squad of Superintendents and top-notch districts myself! And I can't even manage to do a standing back tuck, for that matter. If you are my age, that movie made your seventh grade sleepover. To get super deep, I feel as though t
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essence of my being has been utterly disembodied; in a more literal sense, I
don’t know who I am anymore. All of my thoughts, feelings, perceptions,
concentrations, are numb and distorted. The past few minor events in my life,
though egotistical, have brought me to this state. Let's start with the simple fact that I graduated college almost three years ago, Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Elementary Education and a minor in Reading. Boosting a 3.8 GPA I felt confident and eager to being my life as a full-time teacher! I may sooner be headed toward my dream job of Saturday Night Live cast member. Like most of you I'm sure, I substitute taught and even got a part-time job as a teacher's assistant the following year. What really makes me feel just jovial is the fact that not only was I not reaping any sort of form of benefits, I was getting paid at an Associate degree level salary. Awesome. Alas, I decided since I have just given up on applying to jobs and failing to "sell myself" at this cutthroat interviews, I will do what I hope many of you will soon come to enlighten me on: the art of nannying full-time. It's not like this would be a new experience for me; I have five nieces and a nephew. I love children. I just don't know if the extreme monotony of the same routines (breakfast, play in miniscule play area, nap, lunch, park, nap, play area) day in and day out with absolutely no adult social interaction will make me more certifiably insane than I like to already diagnose myself (my horrendous anxiety and panic attacks will have to be an entire other post). So, like all of you. I need advice. I ended a year-long relationship with my ex-boyfriend due to the fact that he was trying to mold me into a mute stepford wife, among other things, and the constant facebook reminders that "Jane is engaged to Bob" and "Kate is pregnant" are reminders to us that even the creepy, punky outcasts from high school have found true love before I have. I mean, true love until the 50% divorce rate creeps up on them like a midnight stalker. What can I say, haters gonna hate. Since it is summer, and I have a way with mustering up some cajones aftera few drinks, I am actually "dating" a few guys at the moment. My next posts I am hoping will consist of the juicy details of our dates. But I also wish to live vicariously through anyone else that has a similar story. I am a newbie to the blog scene, so be gentle. Twenty-something's unite! :-)
Nanny-to-be, (and player fo sho/single lady)
-The TS Society
