Ode to High School.
We’re sitting in yearbook – a favorite class of mine, just the right amount of stress and rewards. The girls are talking about mission trips to Guatemala, homecoming dresses, adoptions, getting married, college, being inspired by parents, and other religions.
We’ve been searching through the yearbooks from years past. I loved high school and it has really been fun to be back here. I’ve always said I want to teach here one day, be my brother’s teacher. I’ve been his sub, guess that sort of counts.
I think I’ve made up my mind. But I’m still praying - it’s hard for me to trust that I’ll be making the right decision. I’d like to say that I trust God, but I don’t think I trust myself. And when I don’t have any idea what He’s telling me to do . . . well, I just don’t trust myself to make the right decision. I think I need to remember that this decision is ultimately about what I need; not about what my principal needs, what my friends here or there want, etc. Right? Or is that just selfish? I think I think too much sometimes. Gees.