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An internal run-on monologue on a student teaching application that is due on Tax Day

I am overwhelmed right now. Ridiculously overwhelmed.
I have been staring at this student teaching application for the past week and nothing has gotten done besides the portion containing
legal name
phone number
student teaching semester
specialization
desired teaching placement

I sit here pondering the essays which normally flow without effort.
And for the first time in 7 or more years I actually begin to question everything.
I wonder why I am going into education, and I wonder what are my strengths as a teacher, and I wonder how I got here.
Here. In front of this blasted computer at 11:38pm with a wonderful boyfriend who yells at me whenever I ask him why I am doing this and a best friend who chuckles and tells me if I hate band, I can always go and get an English certification and teach that.
My application is due tomorrow. April 15th at 5pm.
Tax Day.
Bastards in the Education Department must think they are a bunch of wise asses.
I suppose I should continue glaring at the application again.

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