My missed deadline

No, it wasn't at work, actually. It was for the Teach for America application I had been musing about in my head.

Do I want to be a teacher? Maybe in the near future. But the week ended up redeeming the frustration I often feel at my job enough for me to choose dinner and a movie with an old friend over writing 500 words about why I want to join the teaching corps. I guess this means I'm stuck at the paper for another year. Or at least I can try to meet that 12-month mark.