some days.
Some days are just harder than others... today is some day. The applications for my position have been trickling in and I get to see each resume (and LinkedIn, and Twitter, and Facebook, because I'm a stalker like that) of every person who could potentially be the next me. It is hard. Part of me is sad because it is going to be so difficult leaving this department that I feel I have worked so hard to perfect. Though I won't even make it to my second year anniversary in this position, I have been a part of the Youth Media Program for five years. There are lots of things that drive me insane about various part of the job, but it's a position that I fought to have for three years. I remember tears very similar to the ones I am crying now, but back then it was because I was afraid that my boss would never promote me from a Teaching Assistant to a Teaching Artist, but over time she did and everything was okay with the world. The other part of me is struggli...
