Three years ago today I wrote my very first blog post. It was long and rambling and plaintive and come to think of it, not all that much has changed since then.
Or has it?
Anniversaries, even the kind that don't come with a card attached, are always a good time for looking back and taking stock. How is my life different than it was three years ago? How am I different? Am I different?
Three years ago I lamented my "bad luck" and "worse timing" with an array of "liars, cheaters, narcissists, criminals, and general all-around assholes." So clearly...well, fine, not all that much has changed there.
But, but! Three years ago I was miserable, hating my life as a poor, impoverished, over-worked grad student. But those days are long over now, right? Remember when I gave grad school the boot, in order to work as an impoverished English teacher in France, and then as an impoverished French teacher in central New York state? I mean, I may not be exactly where I want to be in terms of my career, but at least I don't have to worry about papers and mid-terms and hours of studying a day and the constant, nagging daily stress of being a grad student ever again, right? Hahahahaha! Hahaha...
Oh that. Right.
Another Master's degree? Why sure, don't mind if I do!
Because with a Master's degree in French literature you can teach French part-time (but only part-time!) at the university level, but not at all at the high school level. Because even though I currently teach college French, I have to pay a ton of money to go back to school so I can get a Master's degree in education so that I can get a full-time job teaching high school French. Which I don't even want to do! (For some reason this all makes sense in my mind.) So, if you don't hear from me for the next thirteen months or so, this is why.
But still. Today is a day to celebrate. A day for looking back, and for new beginnings. I would love to do some sort of contest to mark the day, but as I find myself once again as an impoverished grad student, soon to be up to my ears in debt, I have nothing to give but my love. (Awwww.) But I ask you, even if you don't usually comment, to stop in and say hello today. And answer this easy question: how long have you been reading here at the Diary of Why? Have you been following since way back in the Boston days? Did you discover me when I was living in France? Or are have you only recently stumbled aground here? (Welcome!)
I do love an anniversary. And until either my luck improves or I decide to lower my standards and become less picky, this is the only anniversary I'm going to be celebrating for a while. So let's celebrate! Thanks for reading, thanks for commenting, and thanks for sharing. I'm still asking why, but it's good to know I have all of you out there to hear me.