((Warning: Excessive use of Supernatural GIFS ahead. Although is there really such a thing as an excessive amount of Sam and Dean Winchester? Ah, philosophical questions… Oh right, my post.))
When people ask me, in the course of every-day discussion (I work in a very social job, involving interaction with both customers and co-workers, so I make a lot of small-talk all day,) what I went to school for, I hesitate. Just a split second. Do I say English? Or do I just go for it and say the truth–English writing? Inevitably, the result is usually the same.
“Oh, so like, a teacher?”
Sigh. “No, not really…” Sometimes if I think that they won’t take me seriously or get really offended, I’ll follow that with something funny about how I hate kids. Which isn’t actually true, but I had a hard enough time in school dealing with my…
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