Monday, August 20, 2012


If you are reading this, more than likely I am off to my very first day of work as a high school teacher. Fine, it is just orientation, but still, a first day is a first day. After bulking up on courage in the form of a shopping spree, chocolate ice cream, and some advice from a good friend. I think I am ready to go take on the world. Or at least scary HR.

My whole life right now is up in the air, and I find it rather exciting actually. In a couple weeks I will go from just another recent college grad living at home with the folks. I am steppin into my big girl panties, and going where the wind blows me. Hopefully I take root somewhere good.
If not, then away the wind blows.

My mind right now reminds me of this Shel Silverstein poem, about the Whatifs
Whatif by Shel Silverstein
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!

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