I love my work.

Love, love, love it.

Yesterday, I:

*Chatted, joked, and taken an Italian test with a lovely lady and her personal assistant, fulfilling my responsibilities as a proctor. She told me our university has a power soccer team--how cool is that?
*Investigated the vagaries of APA style with a writer on her first research paper at the tutoring center.
*Assisted with homework and set up a personal work calendar for a brilliant younger gentleman (who just needs a guide to consult sometimes as he finds his own way through middle school).

I have the best jobs in the world, I am totally convinced. Great that all of these are teaching-related, too; after a depressing reading for class on Monday, I was really anxious about my career choice! Fifty percent of new teachers leave education within five years. Most of them cite frustration, underappreciation, and very low pay when compared with peers who had the same amount of training. I'll admit that I worry about my classroom becoming a box; I want to teach, I love teaching, but I take very poorly to low status and stagnation. Yesterday was just what I needed after that reading: reassurance that it isn't stagnant, that teaching changes every day, and it is a career you can excel in. (One of my bosses offered me a new position--essentially a promotion--completely out of the blue! Hard work gets rewarded...just gotta keep that in mind.)

Another reading from the depressing book is due Monday...better bookmark this entry and come back to then!