Stereotypical Ramblings of an Early 20-Something

I’m never entirely sure that I’m doing the right thing. I need constant reassurance, or so I feel, and I hate that. I want to feel confident in what I do, but it’s possibly more difficult than actually doing it. I want to be an amazing teacher and I want to change kids lives. I know that sounds cheesy, but I want to have an effect on people and I think it happens the most when we are young. I learn from my kids every day and I want them to learn from me, too. It gets frustrating when some kids obviously hate class. It makes me so sad and I know that it shouldn’t, I know that it’s not a personal thing… But I constantly google “first year teacher problems” to see if others have the same feeling of guilt and the same agitations. They do. Intrinsically, I know that it’s not me. However, that does not mean I wish it wouldn’t happen to me.

I have a lot going on in my brain, lately. Really, though, who doesn’t? I think that I want to move. I’m not sure where, but I think that’s what I want. I’ve always liked the idea of Seattle and I’d love to move back to London. I think about getting married a lot, too. It kind of scares me because I’m sure that I’m not ready to tell anyone: “Yup, I’m 100% on this. I’m in it forever.” Uh, yeah, no. But, the idea of having that, of understanding that confidence and not needing reassurance, sounds amazing. My wedding will be purple and red. I’ve decided. Check my pinterest. It’s a problem.

In other news, I just looked up at my TV and this is what I saw:

If that’s not the start of a good Saturday, I don’t know what is.