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i think i've totally found my niche. i like psych. when i go through my notes i am like......hum i think that my cousin is this. and i taught a group the other day on the unit and it was fun. everybody participated and gave me feedback and i totally liked it. and yeah, my classmates think i fit right in. which is either really sweet or really insulting. i haven't decided which yet. so i know i've talked about this before, but wow. i am just baffled that it's time for people my age to start making decisions like "which job do i take?" and "should i move to mississippi for that job?" it's just unreal to me that it's time for that already. and anytime i say anything about it to a family member they just blow me off and start talking about somebody else. my grandma for instance, wrote me an email that was all about my wonderful cousin who is in India doing missionary work at their hospital. which is totally cool that that's her thing, but it has never been mine. and when i try to say something about anything else it's like what? who cares we are talking about being in India here! and also i talked to her about my cousin that might have to move to alabama for a job and she's all, whatever let's talk more about being in india. whatever. i guess my little excitement over finding something that i like, or concern for my family that has to up and leave is just stupid and i should shut up. i told my mom that i liked psych and she's all, that's nice, wanna hear about my surgery? seriously............can i just get someone to fucking acknowledge me so that i will finally shut up! it needs to be next sunday. i want to call in really badly so i can be home to watch the season finale, but i have this horrible conscience about calling in. Hardy gave me a good list of reasons which I will reevaulate later on this week and hopefully i can just do it. eh...........i guess there's nothing else on my mind. i need to go look for a job. AHHHHHHHHH Post a comment in response: |
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