Friday, September 7, 2012

Fabulous Friday: Tap...Tap...Tap...Is this thing on?


Okay, so here goes. I have never posted on the blog in regards to what my job actually is. That has been purposeful. I didn't want to. My profession is a standard one. Nothing crazy. In fact, it might be considered quite ordinary. And yet, I get terribly embarrassed by it at dinner parties and when mingling with other people who have Ivy League educations. This is because I feel like I should have accomplished more with my life. I should have been a banker (which never could have happened because I can barely multiply), or a lawyer, or a doctor, or a famous person of one variety or another. I think that this faulty belief is due to the fact that I went to some pretty excellent schools, and I socialize with people who are all of these things. I also came from a family in which my parents have been successful, and therefore, I should at least be able to measure up to them. (Less degrees are hanging on my wall than theirs, that's for sure.) But, the fact of the matter is, I love my job. I really, really do. I've thought about quitting to be a "real" writer, to be something else, something more noteworthy, but I don't really think I actually will because I'm happy. Yes, I am that elusive thing that some lawyers, bankers, and famous people only dream of. Happy.

I am a teacher. A high school English teacher. And it is fun.

This is my eighth year teaching English, and I really have enjoyed almost every year of it. Almost. Save one here and there. If you have been following the blog, you know that I got a new job, and I talked about how this job was the "big leagues." I was fully aware that this would lead people on, people who didn't know me, and I was glad for that. Because, I thought, who wants to read a blog written by a teacher about fashion and design? And then I was taking a walk with my husband last week, and he said, "Would you read a blog written by a teacher who had an aesthetic you liked?" And my response was, "Of course! That would be awesome!" Oh. Yeah. So...

As a person who is a diagnosed over-sharer, it was disingenuous of me not to share that teaching is a real passion, and it is my real life. And I still LURVE fashion. Love it. Want to hug it and snuggle it. So I spend all day thinking about 19th century novels and all night trolling for smoking slippers. So what? (Of course by "all night" I mean when I am not grading papers...yeah, that's probably all night) I am not going to start writing about my classes, or my students, or anything related to my job (except to reiterate that I love my new job. Yes I do). But, I just wanted you to know because that's me, and that is what this blog is about.

I should be proud of my work, and I should be excited to tell people that I have a job that I love, a job that means something, that affects people in a serious and special way. I should be proud, and secretly I am. Now the cat's out of the bag: I am a teacher, and it is pretty dang fabulous.

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