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So, teaching has turned into something I can't imagine I did without before. After the first couple classes, I got over my nervousness and am starting to believe the compliments I've been receiving on my teaching style. I didn't realize I could have a style without any previous experience.

The job has consumed me though, truly. I think I might love it. I find myself thinking in terms of what songs might be appropriate for my next class when I hear them on the radio or what articles I read online would be perfect to teach new vocab with.

My students are amazing. They surprise me and make me laugh, challenging me to think about things I take for granted in a new way. My husband has already mentioned how much more clearly I speak and that I seem to have patience where there was none before.

I realize as I read back over this that it sounds a bit too good to be true and possibly narcissistic too. I just feel giddy at the prospect of the realization of a dream I've never been sure was possible: loving one's job. I've always secretly never been willing to accept a career doing anything less than something I'm passionate about, something that I'm excited to prepare for rather than dreading it, and I certainly never expected it to be something so respectable as teaching. I am a happily purring kitten with my first taste of cat mint at the moment.



Also, the Buffy musical episode "Once More With Feeling" is fucking fantastic.