First off, I'm 25 now. Wild, right? People keep asking me if it's bugging me yet, being a "quarter century old," but the truth is, I am where I want to be. I am in love, and engaged, to a wonderful woman. I am in graduate school, working on the degree I need for the career I want. And about that career? I was just offered a job in the exact field I want to go in to.
Yes, I have a job! This is part of the reason I have been so scarce the last week, since I spent a few hours interviewing there, in addition to grading papers for my practicum, which is wrapping up soon; celebrating two birthdays, including my own and my fiancee's; and attending a night class on Wednesday. On Wednesday alone, I realized that I spent more than four hours just driving from place to place.
The job is relatively local, and involves working with students with emotional and behavioral difficulties, probably at the middle school level. I am very excited, and will be frantically planning curriculum the next few weeks, while grading the rest of my 56 papers, 18 tests, and a flashcard project, and working to get through the copyedited Token of Darkness.