#saffaux

Oh hey, you're still alive!

Recently, the topic of getting a BA in English happened across my dashboard. I sort of made a misstep when trying to offer advice about English degrees, but it reminded me of my own struggles and I felt like hashing them out here. :)

For most of my life, people have told me I should be a teacher and if there is one thing you should know about me is that I am extremely contrary. Always have been. Everybody kept telling me I should be a teacher, so I didn't want to be a teacher! My true love was reading and I wanted to be a writer! So, when I went to college I got my degree in English.

Of course, people continued to tell me that I should be a teacher and, in fact, for a time I wanted to be a professor. However, that dream faded when I thought about how much more debt I would have to take on. I decided to focus on my original plan: copywriter. I wanted to be a copywriter. I'm actually quite good at it, but I used to be better.

Anyway, that was the big plan. I was going to be a copywriter! Except...I had no idea how to accomplish that. I never went and talked to a counselor. I never did anything. I live very far from New York City and everybody knows that if you want to go into publishing you just have to live in NYC. *sarcasm*

Long story short: I knew nothing. I had no idea what I truly wanted to do. None. I really think that was my problem. I went to college. I took classes. I graduated. While I was taking classes, I should have been thinking about what kind of career I really wanted. I should have been working in that field. If I really wanted to be a copywriter, I could have found something. The Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex is right down the road. I could have found something in the publishing to do. I could have at least tried. 

But I never did.

Fast forward two years later and I'm still working at the job I had during college (I've graduated at this point). Then, one day, my friend asks me to come work for her at her after-school program at an elementary school. And you know what? I fucking loved it. I loved working with those kids. Once the school year was over, I applied to my university's teacher cert program and got my certification. I am a teacher now and I love it.

Life is a fickle bitch. I spend a good portion of my life saying I didn't want to teach and what did I do? I became a damn teacher.

Going back to the English degree dilemma though, I don't regret my degree. My communications skills are on par or above teachers who have been in this field for much longer than I have. My higher ups have taken notice (I'm really not trying to brag) and they compliment me on it. When I want to be, I am an eloquent speaker and writer. If teaching doesn't pan out for me in the end, I am not stuck in one field.

I can go into communications.

I can go into advertising and marketing.

I can make a jump back to publishing.

I can go into social media.

I could be a publicist and go into public relations.

I could become a screenwriter.

I could become a speech writer.

I could become a journalist.

 I can do anything.

GOD, THAT FEELS SO GOOD TO REALIZE. 

You guys have NO IDEA. I just had a freaking epiphany here. 

I feel so nice! I really, really do!

I watched some, it’s pretty cool

I maintain that if you have to go through 3 seasons for a show to get good then it’s just mediocre.

I'm willing to give Sherlock a bit more wiggle room with there only being three episodes per season.

Episode 2 has been good from start to finish. Episode 1 was lacklustre, but the pilot episode was much better so I'll forgive that. Just about to start episode 3.

Hair whip it

(hed) PE

Holy Other

You either had a random nosebleed (it happens) or you’re a werewolf.

The clot from my tooth extraction fell out overnight, and the bleeding didn't stop.

So, whilst I am aware that this blood is just from my tooth-wound, to any passerby it does look like I just bit out someone's throat.