It’s strange but I often do not think of myself as a “professional.” (And ew, no–not that kind of professional.) Imagine my surprise when I was asked to participate in career day at my rez’s school. (Reservation for any non-native readers.) I think I know what to say but mostly I just do not want to come off as lame. Dorky I could deal with, that is part of my charm. I’m making my brochure now, it is so awesome I bet the kiddies will sleep with it under their pillows and dream sweet Speech Pathologistic dreams. Ha. Yeah right.
I think back to my career days in high school and I remember thinking, “As if I want to do that….You only make how much money?….BORING!” So you see where some of my worries come from.
Why did I agree to do this again?
I think that sounds awesome! I only wish I had the sort of job that I could go and tell my kid’s class about. See, I think they’d go running if I told them what I did. “I’m a writer. On The Internet. NO, NO, NO DON’T GOOGLE ME.”
You seriously just made my day with this comment so now I shall go fill out the form with everyone who left their email password in my laptop. Seriously I know a lot of trusting (sweet) fools