On change

I don't have the same job my teachers did.  Maybe I have the job they were supposed to have; I don't know.

I don't have the job I thought I would have when I finished my teaching internship and graduated from college, and I didn't have the same job leaving my internship that I had going into it.

I certainly don't have the job my university trained me for.  I don't know what to make of that fact.

I don't have the same job I had when I started this job.  I'm coming up on the end of my sixth year.  Every year still feels like the first year, because every year it's a different job.  Some of the work from previous years, I did well, and I can keep it.  But not as much as I thought at the time.


This isn't the job I signed up for.



It's much, much harder.  And much, MUCH better.