God Bless America for Fridays!

Friday does something to me.  It motivates me, gives me a reason to wake up in the morning.  Friday might very well be the most productive day of the week for me.  I like finishing the week on a good note with a cleaned out Inbox and tasks accomplished.  I’m happier on Fridays; more full of energy.  Excited for the next two coming days of free time; time that I actually get to live to enjoy.  It’s kind of sad I feel like this, even though I’m sure I’m not the only one.  Of course, everyone would rather be at home, spending their time as they wish than be at work.  I just wish I could love my job one day so that I don’t drag my self out of bed and dread walking into the building.  Some day I’ll find an enjoyable job that brings me joy and a since of self worth and confidence. 
 
I have news that is well over due — I’m not getting my Master of Arts in Teaching.  Not because I don’t think it’s "for me" but because the time is just not right.  Mark and I are going to move soon and I can’t be quitting my job, packing and unpacking our lives, and finding/starting a new job while having online classes.  Plus, if we move out of state then it’s not worth it to me to pay out of state tuition.  I would just rather find another school in my new state, if that is the case.  I still, though, don’t know if I REALLY want to do it, or even if I will ever really know. 
 
I want a career that will be suitable for the family I’d like to start one day and I think being a teacher is the best choice for that.  But I think I would much rather see myself working in a newsroom some where working my fingers to the bone and working my way up.  That kind of career would come with long, stressful hours, I know I’ve been there before.  That would not make my family work.  Jobs like that can break up marriages and a life is much, much more important to me than work. 
 
When I think about being a teacher it makes me wonder who am I kidding.  I’m not smart.  I’m not book smart the slightest bit.  I’ve failed many of classes in my day and almost didn’t even graduate high school.  To go back even farther than that I did terrible in elementary school.  I couldn’t spell for the life of me (much improved since) and still, to this day, cannot complete a math problem in my head at any grade level.  I have to count on my fingers and if the numbers are too high I simply cannot do it and need a pen and paper or better yet, a calculator.  I don’t know my multiplication tables and have a very difficult time with the every day use of addition, subtraction and percentages… not so much addition, but definitely with the other two.  How can someone like me possibly teach people anything?  It seems like I’m the one who needs a teacher.  But on the other hand, if anything, I would be a writing, journalism or speech teacher and then I wouldn’t be expected to know those kinds of things. Now, to contradict that, because it’s the game we’re playing right now, how can I be a journalism teacher with out having been a journalists??  Besides my summer internship at a Washington radio station and writing stories for my small college newspaper, I know nothing of being a journalist. 
 
But as the saying goes, those who cannot do, teach.  And that might just work perfectly for me. 
 
I sometimes wonder if Mark wouldn’t be better paired with someone who is smarter and more athletic, someone who is just as smart and athletic as him.  I think he gets tired of me not being able to play on a cornhole team with him or even be able to catch the keys when he throws them.