I am a twenty-something girl, living in a state of southern discomfort while working as an indentured servant to the government. (Oh, the things an 18 year old will agree to in order to pay off undergrad. . .) I teach very small people how to comport themselves at school. (That's the best euphemism I can come up with.) I'm considering a PhD in psychology once I've worked off my undergrad debt. In my line of work, I frequently am portrayed as a saint by people who barely know me, just because I'm competent at my job and have a soft spot in my cold little dead heart for kids who are marginalized.
Don't be mistaken. I'm a good person, but.
I'm a former NCAA division one student-athlete; I swim, I run. I eat too much chocolate, drink too much coffee, and want too much, too much. I pick out articles from professional journals supporting my position when people are jerks at work. I like nonfat lattes from Starbucks, Doublemint gum, black nailpolish, backrubs, and swimming in the rain. I dislike capital letters, eye contact, drama, confrontations, and the idea of growing up. I'm quite possibly addicted to caffeine, the internet, retail therapy, facebook, reading, and writing.
I'm this big photography nerd, even though I'm not particularly good at it. Check out my.
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