Well, I’m officially 25. Yesterday was my birthday and now I’m a quarter of a century old. I had a good birthday. My parents and sisters got me exactly what I asked for and my mom cooked one of my favorite meals. Not only that, but it was sunny, warm, and the Cardinals won. A good day all around.
As I look back at the last couple years since college, and we all tend to look at ourselves a little more harshly around birthday time, I do realize I’m not where I want to be with my life. The job I have is not the job I want (or need). The people here are great, but it’s not the teaching position that I wanted to get into as soon as I got out of college. In order to get a high school position, I may have to move. I’ve been thinking about going back to Springfield. I know the schools and the area to an extent, so it shouldn’t be hard to adjust. I would rather go to Springfield than Kansas City (even though several of my college friends now live there). I couldn’t live with Royals baseball. Cardinals all the way! Anyway, I have got to find a position somewhere for next school year. Cross your fingers and hope I find something because I’m 25 now. Too old to still be here.

It’s 3 AM and something terrible just happened. Somewhere, someone is trying to call me. Unfortunately, my battery has died. Instead of hearing my voice, the caller is redirected to a cold, almost robotic voice of the voice mail. Is this who you want answering the phone at 3 AM? This April, vote for quality. Vote for excellence. Vote for reliability. Please, donate now to ensure when that phone rings at 3 AM, I’m able to answer it.