Since I've been unemployed--or on job vacation--I've been substitute teaching in my former high school. Let's be honest: it is an easy way to make money. And believe it or not, I actually remember a lot of the things I learned in high school.
For the past three days, I've been subbing for high school history. As you remember with my last post, I have a passion for fashion, so having a reason to get dressed up is actually kind of fun to me.
This morning I decided to wear my favorite pink sweater. I should have known this was a mistake because if truth be told, I have a tendency of sweating...a lot. Nevertheless, I did and went to school. During second hour another teacher came into my classroom. After standing there for a couple of minutes, she asked me to go out in the hall with her. She turned me around and pointed out a huge hole across my left shoulder blade. I wish I could say I was making a fashion statement, but unfortunately, I wasn't.
After a quick rush home (thank goodness I live within 3 minutes of the school), I was back in action teaching about the Civil War--just in a different shirt.
I guess I realized something today: when you think you look cute, maybe you should take another, closer look. If I did, I would have seen what everyone else in not one, but two classes saw--a big gaping hole. Oops!
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Home is where the...smaller closet is
Honestly, I haven't spent a lengthy amount of time at home since I graduated from high school. And like many college girls across the country, I like to shop. A lot.
Over the last few years, shopping has been the de-stresser in my life. Walking around malls has some type of calming effect over me. Going to malls on a weekly (or several times a week) basis did wonders for my ever expanding closet. So much so that I accidentally broke the closet rod in my last college apartment. Oops.
Needless to say, it took the equivalent in a U-Haul truck to get my wardrobe home. But after an entire weekend of reorganizing, moving and switching clothes all over my house, my closet and its remnants are officially in their new home. Until I get a job...
Although it took a lot of hours and hard labor (my hard labor) to pack and unpack, I'm actually proud of my closet organizing skills. Move over Kim Kardashian--for those who didn't know, that's how she says she got her start: organizing celebrities' closets.
However, the worst part about having all my clothes hanging beautifully while I am at home is that I don't have ANYWHERE TO WEAR THEM! My hometown isn't exactly the place where one would wear a cute blazer to lunch or a fun pair of heels to dinner.
So aside from it being the normal thing to do after one is done with college, I need a job so I can wear something other than sorority t-shirts and sweats all day...
And who said patience was a virtue again?
Over the last few years, shopping has been the de-stresser in my life. Walking around malls has some type of calming effect over me. Going to malls on a weekly (or several times a week) basis did wonders for my ever expanding closet. So much so that I accidentally broke the closet rod in my last college apartment. Oops.
Needless to say, it took the equivalent in a U-Haul truck to get my wardrobe home. But after an entire weekend of reorganizing, moving and switching clothes all over my house, my closet and its remnants are officially in their new home. Until I get a job...
Although it took a lot of hours and hard labor (my hard labor) to pack and unpack, I'm actually proud of my closet organizing skills. Move over Kim Kardashian--for those who didn't know, that's how she says she got her start: organizing celebrities' closets.
However, the worst part about having all my clothes hanging beautifully while I am at home is that I don't have ANYWHERE TO WEAR THEM! My hometown isn't exactly the place where one would wear a cute blazer to lunch or a fun pair of heels to dinner.
So aside from it being the normal thing to do after one is done with college, I need a job so I can wear something other than sorority t-shirts and sweats all day...
And who said patience was a virtue again?
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
New Year, New Blog, New Job?
Let me start off this blog by proposing a question: what do you want to be when you grow up?
I can't count the number of times I've been asked that. And over the years, my answer has significantly changed. I used to want my own newspaper route. There was about a year where I wanted to be a boy. I dabbled with the idea of being a teacher. Through all my years of tumbling and dance, I thought I was training for the Olympics.
Then in high school, it hit me. I wanted to be a lawyer. I liked talking, arguing and, truth be told, being in the middle of all the action. Well, if I learned one thing my freshman year at the University of Illinois, it was that I no longer wanted to be a lawyer. So I figured journalism would be the next best thing... I could still talk, I could probably still argue and I could definitely still be in the middle of all the action.
Five and a half years, a bachelor's and master's degree later, here I am. Unemployed. Living back at home. With my parents. Looking for a job. Great.
As you read in my description, this blog will chronicle my job hunting process. Yes, we all know America is slowly climbing out of the worst economic downturn since the Great Depression. Yes, we all know unemployment is at an all-time high. And if you're even remotely familiar with Illinois, then yes, you know the state is about to fall on top of itself.
While all those circumstances are less than ideal for a bright-eyed, optimistic, 20-something, I'm going to take the job search in stride. I hope 2011 provides me with a new job, because I'm so ready to work hard...and to still have a little fun, too.
The remainder of my posts will range from my experience applying for journalism jobs; the hilarity of living with my parents (new roomies) again; a few personal accounts of the bizarre things that seem to only happen in my small, southern Illinois town; and all the ups-and-downs that happen along the way.
I hope you're able to live with and laugh along with Laura!
I can't count the number of times I've been asked that. And over the years, my answer has significantly changed. I used to want my own newspaper route. There was about a year where I wanted to be a boy. I dabbled with the idea of being a teacher. Through all my years of tumbling and dance, I thought I was training for the Olympics.
Then in high school, it hit me. I wanted to be a lawyer. I liked talking, arguing and, truth be told, being in the middle of all the action. Well, if I learned one thing my freshman year at the University of Illinois, it was that I no longer wanted to be a lawyer. So I figured journalism would be the next best thing... I could still talk, I could probably still argue and I could definitely still be in the middle of all the action.
Five and a half years, a bachelor's and master's degree later, here I am. Unemployed. Living back at home. With my parents. Looking for a job. Great.
As you read in my description, this blog will chronicle my job hunting process. Yes, we all know America is slowly climbing out of the worst economic downturn since the Great Depression. Yes, we all know unemployment is at an all-time high. And if you're even remotely familiar with Illinois, then yes, you know the state is about to fall on top of itself.
While all those circumstances are less than ideal for a bright-eyed, optimistic, 20-something, I'm going to take the job search in stride. I hope 2011 provides me with a new job, because I'm so ready to work hard...and to still have a little fun, too.
The remainder of my posts will range from my experience applying for journalism jobs; the hilarity of living with my parents (new roomies) again; a few personal accounts of the bizarre things that seem to only happen in my small, southern Illinois town; and all the ups-and-downs that happen along the way.
I hope you're able to live with and laugh along with Laura!
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