So I went to work. I dressed nicely, put on make up, added earrings, even. Went to work with a cheerful attitude, and without the chip on my shoulder that tried to tag along. I met the new girl (Hannah) who is lovely, and I'm looking forward to working with her.
As far as the Orientation itself was concerned, it was pretty much a waste of time. We were there serving a purpose for about thirty seconds; I definitely could have made it back from the YMCA in time, but the powers that be didn't want it that way. After, though, I was determined to make a good experience out of it. I purposefully found my new students and met them and their parents. I helped them put their shoes on, and I helped put the indoor shoes away. The parents were pleased by me already remembering the students--to the point where one came up to me in the middle of lunch (at a different location entirely) to have a small chat.
I didn't want to go, but I did. I went. I saw. I conquered. Next? I sojued. Until next time...
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