Scoo You are-more than anyone I have met here-- meant to be a teacher. I haven't known you for very long but it plain to see how hard you work and that you WILL be a wonderful teacher.
I know you have been hearing the same sorts of things from everyone you've talked to. They are saying that for a reason. Because they know it to be true.
If you need a shoulder, or an ear I have two of each. Room number x8354 (but you know where to find me)
Whatever the outcome friend its going to work out.
hmm . . . it reminds me of the time when I told everyone (friends, family, and even some strangers) that I wanted to be a chemist . . . and then I started work in the laboratory and well I kicked everyone's butt and I was really good at taking precise & accurate measurements . . . then suddenly one day I realized that I HATE the way chemicals smell and I didn't appreciate being the last person to leave every Wednesday just because I cared about acurate & precise measurements more than anyone else in that laboratory . . . I think I snapped when I saw myself wasting my entire life toiling away with a bunch of beakers and whatnot . . . the next day I turned in my keys and drew up the papers to drop chemistry, all because it turned out that I was wrong about what I want to do. in other words, I don't give a shit how poorly you did working on yur "profession" . . . btw since when did a profession include a lounge with piss-poor coffee and a bunch of UGLY people with wierd things in their butts??
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You are-more than anyone I have met here-- meant to be a teacher.
I haven't known you for very long but it plain to see how hard you work and that you WILL be a wonderful teacher.
I know you have been hearing the same sorts of things from everyone you've talked to. They are saying that for a reason. Because they know it to be true.
If you need a shoulder, or an ear I have two of each. Room number x8354 (but you know where to find me)
Whatever the outcome friend its going to work out.
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it reminds me of the time when I told everyone (friends, family, and even some strangers) that I wanted to be a chemist . . . and then I started work in the laboratory and well I kicked everyone's butt and I was really good at taking precise & accurate measurements . . .
then suddenly one day I realized that I HATE the way chemicals smell and I didn't appreciate being the last person to leave every Wednesday just because I cared about acurate & precise measurements more than anyone else in that laboratory . . . I think I snapped when I saw myself wasting my entire life toiling away with a bunch of beakers and whatnot . . .
the next day I turned in my keys and drew up the papers to drop chemistry, all because it turned out that I was wrong about what I want to do. in other words, I don't give a shit how poorly you did working on yur "profession" . . . btw since when did a profession include a lounge with piss-poor coffee and a bunch of UGLY people with wierd things in their butts??
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