I've been told to blog. So here I am blogging...
I've been a teacher for 2 years, and I've now decided that having a real job(like teaching) and living by a schedule(like 8:30-5ish) is not as great as the pre-teen version of me made it out to be. The pre-teen and even teen version of me is in fact, an idiot. I was made to believe, by myself, that growing up and becoming responsible would allow me such freedom and independence as I had never experienced before. I was actually feeding myself a load of S***(as a responsible, teacher-like person, I am forbidden to swear officially). So the younger version of myself convinced the older version of me to go ahead and strive for a "real job" with a "real salary" and get a "real life". Now I'm convinced I have less of a life than I did at 15. This is sad, especially according to my 15 year old students, who tell me I should, "get out more". I spend my time grading papers..or lets be honest...thinking about grading papers, and wishing that for just a moment I could focus on somthing a little less real. This leads me to dream about writing, which as we know, is as unreal as you can get. Still, when I verbalize these fantasies about "living by my pen", I'm told to blog. So here is my blog. I'm not sure what is intended with a blog, as you may have noticed with my rather stange title "flutterbye". I'm really not trying to be clever here. The damn(sorry kids) blogging site wouldn't allow me to pick my title of "butterfly" when I was feeling flighty, romantic and a bit spontaneous. Apparently someone else had felt equally spontaneous and whimsy and chose the title before me, so I end up with the enigmatic "flutterbye" title which may lead some to think I'm dyslexic, or five years old. Nevertheless, the name seems to address my constantly changing whims and feeling of always saying goodbye to something(i.e. teaching) as I struggle to spell things correctly. I hope to have more meaningful things to say in the future, but for now, this is my attempt at blogging.
