It’s not the content anymore; it’s not trying to find the bathroom, or fighting the copier, or even the surreal feeling I’m stuck in a weird 2012 Groundhog Day.
It’s the feeling of powerlessness in the face of crazy odds every single day; it’s feeling weak, knowing I need to fix it, but not knowing how. It’s the nightmares. It’s feeling like I’m forgetting my identity.
But you know what? I got an email from my professor advisor from college:
“About your TFA job, I know it is worse than you anticipated… but when your commitment is over this experience will pay dividends for you beyond what you can imagine. It may always seem like a bad dream, but it will fade and you will be left with what it is- a solid experience that made you a better person and gave you a view of American life not many have- I have no doubt you will be stronger because of this experience.”
He’s right. This will pass, leaving me a better person; certainly forever changed, but not destroyed.