When I was a temporary vegetarian, nothing tested my resolve more than bacon. Mmmm. Bacon.
I go off caffeine about six times a year, it seems like. I do really well for a good while, and then I don't get enough sleep, or I have a play to get ready for, or I forget my water bottle at home, and I
3. Dairy products
HAHAHAHAHAHA just kidding. If I ever make an announcement that I'm giving up milk, what that means is I am also giving up breathing. I love milk more than I love Diet Coke. I could drink a gallon in a day. This explains why, in 35 years of being a Clumsy Poop, I've only had one actual broken bone. And that was when I was five and hadn't had the time to build up my Terminator-like skeletal structure.
This is true. As much as I complain about my job, I don't know how I could leave it. Even my dream job--high school librarian**--still deals with education.
When I first started teaching, I wasn't prepared for the reality of the constant paperwork, testing, and student apathy. It killed my drive, so I quit and moved someplace else and got another job. It was a good job, and I liked it, but it wasn't teaching.
I couldn't believe how much I missed the classroom. Part of that, yes, was my desire to be in charge of ALL things at ALL times; I like that a lot. But the thing I missed most was sharing knowledge,and even learning things myself. I like KNOWING things, and I like telling what I know to, well, everybody.
* I skipped another one: Write a letter to a hero who's let you down. My heroes are fine, thanks. Well. Dead, mostly, but fine.