small talk

Okay listen, I'm such an introvert it is ridiculous.  I didn't need to tell you that. You already knew it if you've spent any time with me at all. Sometimes I try to pretend that I am extroverted because my antisocial ways annoy me at times. But really, I cannot change this quality. In all honesty, I'm okay with that (most of the time).

Why am I writing this? Well, on Sunday I move to KC for a week, then five weeks in Los Angeles. I have to meet hundreds of new people. This means small talk. Lots of painful small talk. Sure, I'm excited to meet them [some of them, anyway]. We will have the same mission of bringing excellent education to students in KC for the next two years. That is awesome. And hopefully I will become great friends with some of them as well. I'm pumped about this. However, I am not looking forward to these weeks of: What's your name? Where are you from? What school did you go to? What is your subject placement? Why did you join TFA? Yadda yadda yadda. Can't we just jump into some real stuff? I am going to be so, accidentally, rude to some people because I just don't care for small talk. Sorry, I love when people get to be real with one another.

It is weird how these next six weeks are going to be the most draining of my life and will require relentless work, yet the thing I'm not looking forward to is professional small talk. Dang. I'm so socially awkward. But hey, at least I'm not worrying about the whole teaching thing (right now, anyway).