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Griever said

Do you ever question...

I was, for sure, and still do. I'm not a teacher yet, but have been trying very hard to get hired as an art teacher. (Got my BFA and my teaching cert.) It's important to me to give of myself. The way you're feeling now is how I feel working most retail jobs.

I feel like I chose to pursue teaching because I was convinced it was the only practical career skill I possessed. I spend all day secluded in a classroom winging my way through math and English lessons. All of my students are significantly below grade level, most have terrible home lives, and many could care less about school or a relationship with me. Although my faculty and staff are wonderful, they haven't had much time to swing by and see how I'm doing. Most don't even know who I am or what I do at the school. I go home on the weekends and do everything I can to avoid work. In doing so, work is constantly on my mind. I procrastinate and don't spend much of my time socializing or getting familiar with my new home. I am the type of person who thrives in the presence of people. I feel loved when I am appreciated and in the spotlight (in a sense). Right now, I wake up dreading my day. I come home and cry because I feel miserable and unhappy with my career. Teaching is something I may be good at, but it is not fulfilling me.

Is English what you want to teach? What if you could teach Biology since that's such an interest for you? Can you apply within your school to teach something else or do job hunting this spring/summer for different position? Is this your first year teaching? I hear that's the hardest one. How are you trying to dialogue with the kids? If they have shitty home lives they likely don't trust adults much at all. That's going to be an obstacle to befriending them, and it's not your fault. Same with the other teachers, they are just as busy as you and might not remember to look in on you, but I'm sure you would be welcome to visit them? Speak up if you're having trouble, they've all been through the same things I'm sure. Maybe some of them have had your kids before or the same kids and can let you know if there's anything they respond well to in their classes that you could carry over into your lesson differentiation?

. I'm not meant to be a teacher, but now I don't know what to do. I've looked into summer internships working at aquariums and such, but reality clouds my vision. How am I going to afford my current lifestyle working in a minimum wage job?

Well, you couldn't. You'd have to think about what in your lifestyle you are willing to change or give up. If you have a mortgage, you'll have to decide how you can cover that and what bills you can reduce or get rid of first.

To go back, if you don't get a scholarship then you'll also have to consider if you want student loans over your head to go back. Think hard on that, they're a pain. Mine are more than my car note.

I know here in Texas teachers have a portion of their pay deducted during the school year that is held and then paid out to them over the summer. If it works like that for you, I don't know how realistic this is but what if you were able to fly up to the school to take summer courses, and still teach during the school year? Just an idea. I don't know enough of your financial situation to really say what could be done.

Will I even get to do the things I want to with the animals given my educational background and experience? What will my family think if I pursue this?

Does it really matter what your family thinks if you're this unhappy? You're an adult.

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Seravee said
You just accept that the vast majority of people here are wonderful. There may be a couple of rude individuals, but you don't have to pay them any mind if you don't want to. The internet gives you a strange sort of power that way. And the picture thread is fun, because you can see all the cuties. Forever proving that nerdy =/= unattractive.

+1!

King Arthur and the Knights of the Roundtable

Sir Tristan smiled to herself as she overheard the young man and his father from where she stood. She could sympathize with the burning desire to participate, as she'd certainly had to fight to win her own right to do so. Not wasting a single opportunity to prove her ability, Tristan had competed in the swords earlier in the day. Her purse was a bit heavier with winnings, some of which was from the tourney and the rest won through bets. She'd be collecting a bit more now having bet on the newcomer and she made a mental note to congratulate the lad later. Kay something or other, wasn't it? Sir Ector's oldest boy.

It wasn't as if she were hurting for income nor that she was greedy. It was more that she found it amusing to take money from those that bet against the "wench with a sword." Treating herself with the money of haters took the sting out of the flung insults from the stands. Not everyone knew her, and many were simply insulted at her presumption to don armor and fight. Many were still confused that a female knight could exist, but a knight she was as well as a daughter of a king, and if they had spoken to her on the street the way the drunkards hooted in tourney stands they'd have been thrown in stocks. This was the one day heckling was simply expected, and cheeks were turned. Knights who threw hissy-fits over drunken commoners simply made bigger fools of themselves. As for this win, she'd simply indulged in using a little of her winnings to bet on newcomers and underdogs, which included this Kay. It was always the newer participants that had something to prove.

Aside from the pocket money, she'd also won a chance to tug at the sword in the stone. She didn't expect it to pull up for her, of course, but when the time came she'd make a solemn attempt out of respect. She honestly didn't think the thing would ever come out for anyone, and was one of the growing number of knights that wanted to see an heir chosen by council after years of no leadership. Lady Igraine was unlikely to birth new sons any time soon as she'd refused any suitors that attempted to pursue her after Uther's death. Tristan respected that loyalty, and had herself removed certain stubborn suitors from the halls of Cornwall on her lady's behalf.

The lady knight stood, stretched her stiffening shoulders, and looked to the lad tending her plate mail.

"Be sure you get all the dirt out the crevices, or it'll rust. Ruin it and I'll beat you myself." she warned. The boy was maybe twelve, getting close to considering himself a young man, but still young enough to be wary of the tall red-head standing over him whom he'd watched defeat nine other knights just earlier this day. As well as still short enough to be bent over the knee. He gave her a nod with a "Yes, Sir" before turning back to his task and she gave him a pat on the head so he wouldn't mistake her words as being cross with him.

Tristan went into her little tent and tied the flap closed behind her. There was a chair, a narrow rack holding her nicer clothes, and a table with a basin of water. She ran water through her hair with a comb, and washed the dirt from her face, neck, and ears before tying back the short locks with a strip of gold ribbon. She changed from her plain tunic for under armor into her nicer tunica in kelly green with golden embroidery of lions around the hems. Lyonesse colors. Even as a knight of Cornwall she could still wear her family's colors as she pleased, and bore their crest on her personal shield. Lastly she put on fresh brown hose and finer leather boots before belting her tunica, making sure her purse was fastened securely, and setting out to find that bookie for her winnings. She'd trust her little commoner lad to tend to the used clothing and whatnot.

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You said there are outposts around the world but did not mention where in the world Outpost #17 is at.

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King Arthur and the Knights of the Roundtable

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King Arthur and the Knights of the Roundtable

Sir Tristan of Lyonesse

22 years of age

Description

Tall (five foot ten) and lean, her figure is more boyish than womanly. She has fair skin like her mother, and inherited her auburn hair and long lean frame, but her face is more that of her father with blue almond-shaped eyes and a straight nose. She cuts her hair short like a man: shaving it down so as not to choke out the fit of her helmet and letting the top layer grow no longer than her chin.

Personality

She's very formal, and very aware of her gender in her life as a knight. She feels a need to prove herself, always; it's a by-product of her upbringing. When one knows her well, she will be more relaxed, and she gets along easier with men than she does with women (to whom she cannot relate.) She doesn't like to be called Lady Tristan, and will sharply correct errors in this.

Weapons & Equipment

Sword with shield (coat of arms: lion of Lyonesse - a gold lion on a green field)
long bow
Belted (with pouch) tunica with hose, boots
plate mail in battle
Would prefer not to wear them but has a few dresses for formal occasions.
(Will provide details later, am exhausted from setting up the back-story you're about to read...)

Relations

King Medliadus of Lyonesse, father. Lady Moeya of Lyonesse, stepmother. Georg, half-brother, heir to King Medliadus.

Backstory

"My mother died upon my birth, and named me Tristan as a bearer of great sorrow. Her name was Lady Elizabeth, and when I was in the womb an enchantress witched away my father King Meliadus by sending a magnificent stag to draw him into her castle, where his bewitchment with the foul she-devil caused him to forget my mother entirely. Upon a fortnight of his absence, my mother was maddened with grief and ran off into the wintry forest to try to find him where she succumbed to the bitter cold and birthed me, a red stain on that pure white snow. Those who went to retrieve her brought back her corpse and a squalling babe. It was already too late when the Merlin was able to undo my father's bewitchment, and restore him to his castle.

And so, I was largely raised by a woman who was not my mother, my father's second wife Lady Moeya. Happily for Moeya, she birthed a son soon after marriage, and when I was no longer in any way important I was quickly put aside. On the one hand, I yearned for her to be a proper mother to me, but on the other I was free to find guidance in my life by those more willing to give me their attention. This meant my father and his knights.

I spent my childhood watching the knights and learning from their mock battles. I attended church and learned my letters. I followed my father around like a loyal hound, and I managed over time to wheedle him into allowing me to learn sword play and archery. When I approached thirteen, Lady Moeya began a campaign to have me sent to a nunnery, claiming I was much too masculine to every be married off. I was like my mother: unusually tall and lean without much in the way of womanly assets. What in my mother was a willowy beauty with eyes like a doe, I was more lanky with muscles honed by swordplay and eyes that were smaller and almond shaped like my father. Unable to convince my father to send me to the nunnery, Lady Moeya contrived to send me to France for a time. An attempt to soften me, I suppose. It didn't work well, thought it wasn't absolutely ineffective. On the path I was before I was likely to turn myself into a Queen Boudica and stain myself with woad and go running about the forest chasing down deer. Instead I suffered our French cousins to dress me in silk and bows and other awful female accouterments for a time, where I still insisted upon practicing my archery and swordplay every morning. That I could out-hunt many of the men at the French court won me the right to continue this discipline. I returned to Lyonesse at 18 still more a knight than a lady, and still unmarried. Men don't seek to wed women who can out-fight and out-hunt them, especially if they aren't sole heiresses to any wealth or land.

Upon my return, my father and his people greeted me with love, but Lady Moeya greeted me coldly. She hadn't made anything useful of me, and still felt I was a threat to her son, despite being a healthy young lad himself. Maybe she had some strange thought I would want to marry him, I don't know, but she tried again earnestly to get my father to send me to a convent. I overheard them arguing about it, and stepped in on my own behalf and begged my father to let me take vows as a knight and live by my sword rather than spend my life as a bride of Christ. Lady Moeya just about fainted and my father was taken aback by the suggestion, but seeing little other choice to make the women in his life happy he consented to my request.

But I did not take my knighting from my father. At the time, Lady Igraine of Cornwall was seeking forces to help fend off raiders from the sea. I departed with a small contingent of men from Lyonesse to lend her aid. No one knew of my true sex until I presented the head of the raider chieftain before her, and removed my own helm in her presence. From my bravery on the field, and perhaps the novelty of a woman knight, Lady Igraine offered me knighthood in Cornwall. I took my vigil the following evening, and went the next morning to my destiny."

King Arthur and the Knights of the Roundtable

OK, interested in a rule 63'ed Tristan.