|Age Meme Thing
||[Dec. 21st, 2011|02:12 pm]
A Shiny New Australia
So I was supposed to write about being 24. But my memory is hazy so I may be wrong about some stuff.|
I was 24 in 1998. After getting kicked out of the Land of a Thousand Nuns, I went to work at a daycare center. I really enjoyed working there and loved the kids and felt productive and useful for the first time. I was an assistant teacher and sent in to help wherever they needed me, so I got to know all the different classes. However I was not certified to work in the infant room and had received no training in that area. Yet I was still sent there. One day I was assigned to infant care and was changing a diaper on a kid about a year old who was squirming a lot. He took a tumble off the changing table. He was ok, but I was fired. It totally gutted me because I had really grown to love those kids. And I was really angry because I felt like I'd been pushed into violating the rules and was being pushed aside so the owners could cover their asses and not get caught at disregarding safety regulations.
After that, I wasn't sure what to do with myself, so once again I enrolled in school. I neglected to put my last school on my transcript so I was able to get accepted. This time around I went to a state school and decided I was going to major in American Studies. Just what I was going to do with that, I had no idea. And I still don't. Not that it matters, because I flunked out after a semester anyway.
I undoubtedly was dating someone, but I'm not sure. I'd been on again and off again with Alex since I was 19. I think at this point we were on again.
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