Amidst all of the chaos in my life, I have finally landed a job. It's been about a month since my post that complained about the world being unfair, entry-level jobs, and me being annoying. But it seems that I am finally getting my shit together, or at least somewhat together.I am officially a Writing Specialist at a local community college, which is the official title, but I am honestly just a glorified tutor for college-level education. I really truly must love living my life in semesters. This is my third week on the job and so far, I love it. What I do is help college kids write their essays. They make an appointment with me or whoever is here, and I help them with the writing process. I also am in charge of holding orientations and workshops on specialized topics--which is exciting. I must say, this is the first job that I have that I actually love and enjoy working at. To me, it's so fulfilling. During my undergrad, being an English major, I was--or rather still am the resident go-to for the "help me edit my paper!" or "can you fix it?" I gladly accepted these tasks from my friends because writing papers are my forte... yet I still struggle with my own writing. How funny, I love and help people write their paper's with no issue, but I feel an ever-growing sense of doom headed my way when I must write my own papers.
September was the busiest and most intense month by far this year. There is so much going on in my personal life and family and work. However, I've pushed through! It's October (already)! Needless to say, I think I love working in academia. Everyone around you is so smart, it makes you want to be just as smart. I'm just glad I am not faces the stressors of college this semester ;)
