I made Zero dollars this semester.
I mean, I've always heard that teachers are broke. But subs? Subs are eternally impoverished. Even the long-term ones who do the same as a teacher and get half the check.
No wonder my fridge is empty.
(dot, dot, dot)
You think I'm joking. I eat on donations. Literally.
O0OOHHhhh yeah, and I can count the amount of people I still talk to from Westmont on one hand.
Community: nil
Money: nil
Food: nil
Hugs: nil
That's it, I'm going home.
Oh wait--I am. Tomorrow night. After I get a much-needed Zak from the Fresno train station.
4 comments:
I know how you feel...it's tough, without a doubt. I'll keep you in prayer.
*hug
Hello. I haven't posted a comment in a while. Though you aren't making much money, you can chalk this up to one of those life experiences that are extremely formative, and do lots of cliche things to you. The ambiguous "they" always say that if it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger. That sounds good.
Have fun at graduation. At home. Say hello to the SCV for me. It sounds strange, but a part of me misses that city.
Goodbye.
That was basically the same conclusion I came to after 3 months of living on my own and working full time. Blech.
I would love to give you a hug on Saturday.
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