Upcoming possibilities 

Hello, everyone!  

I am brimming with excitement about a possibility that presented itself to me in the last two or three weeks. 

I applied to the middle school and/or elementary school in the school district I grew up in to be a paraprofessional (essentially a substitute teacher or teacher assistant for special needs kids), a library assistant or a student aide and I have an interview for the classroom aide/substitute teacher in a few days and I am counting my blessings because I have no teacher’s license, or license to work with children. 

I absolutely love kids, really people of al ages, but I’m not very good at being patient. 

Working with special needs children most definitely requires a whole new level of patience than what I have ever needed to show in the past. Therefore, I am looking at this entirely as a blessing in disguise to learn how to be patient and understanding. 

Because of my Traumatic Brain Injury in 2010, I had a personal aide during my last semester of High School and though I did not realize it then, my aide gave me a lesson or two on how to do her job! Plus, my neighbor works as a paraprofessional at the district I applied to (the schools are all very close together, within walking distance for sure) so I might be able to pick up a few tips from her! 

I am so anxious for this opportunity! I absolutely love children and I love the possibility of being a positive impact on the life of a young person, disabled or not. I’m excited for those reasons and anxious because I have an interview to ace before I can even attempt those things. Interviews always make me nervous. Not one of them, that have been planned out for more than three hours, has been at all successful for me since my TBI. 

I really need to not let off that I’m nervous when I go to the interview, but I’ll actually be dying of anxiety at the thought of me not getting this job. I have such good intentions, pure I would even venture to say. I hope and pray that I am able to speak that during my interview and that I don’t get too nervous and forget to say all of the things that I want to say. 

I just have such good vibes from the thought of this job that I sincerely cannot imagine that I won’t have the job by the end of the summer. 

I hope that all of this works out for me as I’ve dreamed it. 

I wish all of you fortune in your trials!!

Love, 

Alexandra Mae 

XoXo 💋💋

Oh, what ever shall I do with you, love?

Love, it is a terrible condition. It makes your heart swell up, your body irregular and it drives your mind absolutely berserk.

Love is horribly sour and stale , yet love is so delicious and pure. Love is mind-numbngly peaceful and mind-shatteringly crazy. 
Love is incredibly exciting and indescribably monotonous. 
Love is the worst thing to ever happen to a romantic, but the only way for the romantic to feel purely alive and  joyful. 

Love is so painful and excruciating that it feels impossible for pleasure or joy to ever be felt again. 

Love is so delightful and enjoyable that pain is thought not to exist. 

Love is dichotomous more than anything and indescribable because of that.