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Much of my life has not been easy. There are many times when God's will for my life didn't seem very clear. One of those times was just after I graduated college in December 2011. Less than a week after my graduation, I found I was not admitted into the school counseling program, which was my second choice of masters programs. I had been planning to get a master's in special education, but after two failed student teaching attempts, that future was no longer possible. So right before Christmas, I found out that other than having my apartment for another semester, there was really no good reason to return to Manhattan. I did return, and ended up taking a couple of classes. I considered looking into another master's degree program. After much prayer, I decided that instead of jumping into applying for another master's program, it would be better for me to return home at the end of the semester and get a job as a para so I could gain more experience working with children.

That decision turned out to be the best one I could have made. I'm loving my job as a para. I work at a great school with a supportive and dedicated staff, and I have noticed the students I work with gaining confidence and independence. While patience is a virtue I have always seemed to struggle with, it's amazing how working with these students has taught me how to be patient. Just the other day, the special ed teacher I work with commended me on how patient I am with the students and how well I am able to work with them because of that. I know that as painful as the rejection from two student teaching experiences and the counseling program were, the result was a job that is challenging and enjoyable where I am helping students see their potential.

While I'm still not completely sure where this road will take me and what else God has in store for me, I love the path that God has brought me down in the last year and a half. I can't wait to see where God takes me next.


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