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I need to give myself more time to write. It's not that I don't have things to say, it's that i just don't think they are that important to get "out there" anymore. Is anybody even reading this now? lol

Work is good. Some of you know that I started teaching in July. I'd been thinking of teaching for the past... oh, maybe 3 years and to finally be doing it was strange and funny and cool and scary and amazing. I still have trouble thinking of myself as a teacher; "writer" comes more easily to mind, but teaching is fulfilling and fun in a way that writing has never been. Maybe writing was just too easy :P

Can't believe that a semester has already ended, I've been teaching for a whole semester. At my performance review, my boss said I'm "a natural teacher". My jaw dropped! Like, what? Really??? I'd never thought of myself as a teacher before (probably why it's so difficult for me to think of myself as one, now) so to be told that I'm a natural has left me rather speechless. I know friends had told me they thought I'd be a great teacher, but they're friends, they're SUPPOSED to say things like that :P  Hearing it from your boss is another thing altogether!

My boss also recommended me for permanent employment -- I'd started on a 6-month contract, which was supposed to end mid-December. After I signed the offer letter with HR, I left feeling like, omigosh I'm really, really, really a teacher. For the foreseeable future! Wow!

And it's... good. Really good. I wouldn't say that teaching is my "dream job" -- that has too much of an idealistic ring to it. My dream job was journalism, which I did approach with a great deal of optimism and excitement, and I'm glad to have had the opportunity to try it. But teaching is so much more "real". Can't explain it any better than that :D  It just "fits", it feels right somehow.

I'm looking forward to next semester!

Planned to go to cell group today but I started feeling completely exhausted at 4pm and by the time I left the office, all I wanted to do was go home. It was raining too and traffic was bad, so all in all I was very relieved to go home.

Don't know what's wrong with me... this week I've been getting very tired very early in the evening. It's like like the clock chimes 9pm and all of a sudden a tidal wave of exhaustion hits me. I haven't been doing anything differently, still wake up at 6:30am as usual, so I can't imagine why this is happening.

Strangely enough, where formerly I would've considered 6:30am an ungodly hour -- I'm not a morning person, by any stretch -- I've never had ANY problems waking up at 6:30am from the very first day I started this job in June, till now. Through rain and shine and sleep deprivation, I've constantly tumbled out of bed in the morning without a single "Do I really have to?" thought whatsoever. As I said in a comment on a friend's blog in early August:

I hate mornings. Admittedly I hate them less now that I have to wake up at 6:30am to go to work. Because it takes too much energy to hate anything at 6:30am, and if I had to hate them every single weekday it would make life a real drag :P

This is quite amazing, if you stop to think about it. Mornings have always been a huge challenge to me, and now instead of slipping in "just in time" I'm actually arriving at the office 45 minutes to half-an-hour early, with enough time to eat some breakfast, pin down my plan of action for the day and surf the Net a little, before my first class starts at 8:30am. And I'm not even grumpy! Perhaps the right job really does make a difference. \o/