Excuse me, Professor...

I've been needing a new job, that much has been clear for the past...oh, two months, thanks to my berating and whining about being penniless. But, avast, me hearties, Stella has a new job. That's right. I will be a teaching assistant at my school. Cue deep breath.

I'm fairly sure that there are some people out there mocking me, since I said I would never be a teacher. And I hope that after this stint of teaching, I won't be a teacher again. But I need the money and the experience. At least I have help and support rallied around me. My mom's a teacher, so there will be a lot of me going "Mooooooooom!" and asking for help.

The course I'll be teaching is Intermediate Writing and there will probably be lots of freshmen there. I just hope that I will come across as a firm but flexible teacher and that they won't try to push me around. I'll try to make the class as fun and painless as possible, but I'm not going to kill myself. I've got more important things to do, like getting well.

As for my depression, I've been feeling fairly okay. I'm diagnosed with a light depression, a dysthimia if you will. I still have my ups and downs, and, as I write this, I'm afraid that I jinx myself and cause a down just by mentioning it.

So here's to surviving this next year! At least I'll be able to wear all those work/professional clothes I've been hoarding in my closet for such a long time...