Working in the Real World

I don’t know how I’m gonna cope when I have to get a ‘real job.’ I love my job at the school. Everyone knows that I love my school kids. But I was thinking the other day that this is the first time that I’ve had a job that I love going to everyday (it’s corny, but it’s true!) How am I going to survive in a world where I have to work all year long with no scheduled breaks? I really don’t know.

Besides that, all the teachers at work are awesome! It’s so nice after a good day (and a hard one) to go into the office/lunch room/conference room/health aide office (we have a really small school), take a deep breath and know that everything is gonna be okay because I have these people in the fight with me. Really. At the table, we laugh about things; we vent; we talk about stuff that’s happening in our lives outside of school; what’s going on in our student’s lives. What’s crazy is that we are all different but in many ways, we are all the same.

This is a situation where I am the “token black person” and I don’t mind. But it’s my fault anyway. When we are talking, someone will say something and I will voice the opinion for ‘all black people.’ Really? Ya, really: as if I know what every black person is thinking. I can’t figure out why; but it’s what I do. The funny thing is that I placed myself in this predicament completely on my own. For some reason, it’s okay when I put myself ‘there’ but not okay when I feel that I am “thrown” in there. Hmmm… I think I’m gonna have to think about that.