maybe you noticed

I haven't been moved to post for several months now. No reason really, except living the comfortable routine of my Santa Barbara life doesn't move me to spend as much time thinking as Spain. Rather, thinking about important things... I spend a lot of time thinking about things no one wants to hear about: the newspaper, boys, and school, in that order.

I had an English teacher in high school. A teacher I never admitted I liked because the kids used to make fun of her, the teacher that really, more than my mom and anyone else, pushed me into journalism. For that alone, I owe her my happiness. I wasn't critical of her because I always saw a little bit of myself in her... the way she got excited about little things, the way she would try to incorporate inspirational quotes or videos into class, the way she wasn't the most popular teacher but she tried really hard. Now, as I pencil in my post-college career plans, I am becoming more and more interested in a similar path to hers. She was a reporter for awhile before she got her teaching credentials and became a journalism advisor. A brilliant way to try out the daily newspaper world for awhile but getting out before it becomes too fast and stressful.

Now, she's a mess. Or recovering from being a mess, but nonetheless not the lady I once knew. Life can take unfortunate turns.