The End of My Teaching Era

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So, after spending the last year of my life teaching at a local technical college, I informed my boss yesterday that I would not be returning for another quarter. It really makes me sad to think of leaving, because I have absolutely loved teaching and right now I’m one of those people who doesn’t mind going to work in the morning because they legitimately enjoy what they do. But, realistically, I only made $14,000 working there last year and I probably would have only made a couple more thousand than that this year, plus I have no possibility of advancing to a higher position. To put that in perspective, I made $20,000 while working just 3 1/2 months at an accounting firm. It’s time I put a full-time effort into finding a real job, even if it isn’t my ideal one.

Granted, some of you might be wondering why I can’t just continue to teach while I look for jobs, but the teaching was starting to interfere with me potentially getting other jobs. I’ve already had to give up 3 interviews because the companies were looking for someone immediately and I could not come on until the school quarter ended in another two months. If I committed to teach another quarter, then I wouldn’t be able to join a company until mid-June. And I just didn’t want to make that sacrifice.

But I’m obviously still taking a risk, since I’ve now decided to give up my only current source of income. I am still teaching through March, but after that I will be without a paycheck at all unless I have landed a job by then. Granted, because I am living with my parents, having no income doesn’t exactly mean homelessness. But it does mean I will have to continue living with my parents because I can’t afford to do otherwise and I’m growing increasingly eager to move out and to a bigger city. Granted, in the big scheme of things, this is a good problem to have, but it is a problem nonetheless.

<p class="MsoNormal”>I feel I don’t have a lot else to say, probably partially because I am indeed still living in my parents home and there is not a lot of drama here, at least when I am not dating black girls. I am supposed to go to something called a beer carnival with Donna and Evan this weekend. Details will be provided pending survival.