Maybe Not a Waste of Time
I had an elementary education degree; it was worthless.
Too many people had one – there were thirty-seven substitute teachers in my town.
Everybody and their brother had this degree.
A total waste of my time.
I decided to go back to school after a guidance counselor talked me into it.
To be – ha! A guidance counselor.
I was not sure what they did, but he said
“We do what you do, but we get paid for it.”
I had been volunteering in a middle school at the time.
I was not fond of the classes I had to take to become a school counselor.
They seemed stifling, boring, and too full of stuff I knew I would never need.
I did it anyway, because you have to have the degree to get the job.
I have been an elementary school counselor for twenty-seven years.
I love every second of it!
Most of what I do I learned by myself, because of life, and through motherhood.
But I had to have the degree to get the job, so I am glad that I persevered.
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