Hilary, You Are So Full of Shit

One year ago today I started TA training. It was... intense. I was overwhelmed and stressed out and at the end of the two week training, absolutely terrified to teach a class full of 18 year old freshman. But deep down I still imagined myself strutting into my classroom on the first day like Hilary Swank in Freedom Writers, teaching rebellious and disinterested students the beauty of writing.

It didn't really work out that way. One student hit on me, one threatened me, and one fell asleep on the second day of class.

It's funny because Freedom Writers is on TV right now, and I can't help but think, "Hilary, you are full of shit."

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