When I was 21-going-on-22 I had just changed my major from elementary education to English—a move that was really dumb when viewed through the lens of practicality. I was a second-semester junior who did not have an actual, desired job to attach to an English degree. I just knew that I couldn’t graduate with a piece of paper that gave people permission to hire me as a teacher. That decision, while unconventional, was one of the best I ever made.
Today, I’m 31-going-on-32. (Actually, I was 31-going-on-32 when I started writing this post, but now I’m 32-and-one-day because I’m a … Continue reading