For want of a nail the shoe was lost. For want of a shoethe horse was lost. For want of a horse the rider was lost. For want of a rider the battle was lost. For want of a battle the kingdom was lost. And all for the wantof a horseshoe nail.

My body aches from working so hard the night before, but the bright sun pesters me awake, like an alarm clock. Stumbling from bed, I put on coffee and brew my glasses. Once again I’m sitting at the makeshift desk, or my dining room table, in an uncomfortable plastic chair. I begin to peck away at the keyboard, referencing books and trying carefully not to spill on the pages. Hours pass me by and my deadline approaches. Time to prepare for my other job.

Quickly I shower, walk the dog, eat lunch/ dinner and bike a few blocks. Change out of my bike shorts and into my work uniform. I serve ice cream to massive amounts of spoiled, screaming children. As the children have their tantrums, I want so badly to make them behave; but I don’t get paid to do that. What I do get paid to do, in addition to serving sugar high’s, is to train people how to do my job. In secret, I hope that they are the last person I train before I move on with my life. At the end of the shift I count the money I made. Money that goes to mainly cost of living and whatever else is to be set aside for the upcoming semesters.

This routine, however monotonous is my way to achieve my career path. I have decided that I want to become a Kindergarten teacher. I work to pay for school, to educate  myself and to eventually educate myself how to educate. Hopefully one day I will save another waitress from hearing the shouts of a rowdy kid.