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𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲
Even though I had previously almost died and dropped out of my classes at college, I decided to start back up for the winter quarter. It was a whole lot of paperwork at first, they had to make sure I didn't just drop out again, but I was finally re-enrolled in all my classes.
Two of my classes were still online but I would have to drive up to Port Angeles once a week to take my other two classes in-person. I was excited to get back to school and figure out what I wanted to do with my life.
I'd toyed around with a number of different ideas over the years. A hairstylist, that seemed fun but there wasn't a huge market for that on the res or in Forks. A nurse, that would be interesting but with my new phobia of blood, I think I'm okay.
Lately, though, I'd been thinking about teaching. I loved school more than most and I enjoyed teaching and learning new things. And it wasn't a bad career move either. It would offer Paul and I enough stability, what with his salary from the tribe for being a protector and my teaching salary. And I was certain I could get a job either on the res or in Forks, most of the teachers were old and near retirement anyways.
I was genuinely excited about being back in school and having declared my major but I wasn't prepared for how exhausting it would be.
I was camped out at the kitchen table with my laptop and a cut of tea that had long since gone cold, surrounded by half-crumpled notebook paper and a textbook I barely had the energy to skim. The words were starting to blur together, but I was determined to finish the chapter before I let myself take a break. Maybe.
It was the second week of classes and already I felt like I was drowning in assignments and readings and a stupid midterm project topic I had to decide on by the end of the week.
Jake walked in mid-yawn, rubbing the back of his neck as he passed me. "You've been sitting there since I left this morning," he said, reaching into the fridge, probably looking for something to eat.
He'd been in the garage all morning, working on the Rabbit and apparently Bella was supposed to come over later to do... whatever it is they do out there all day, I'm really no sure.I would have to ask her about that when she came over later.
"That was only like three hours ago," I mumbled, not looking up from my screen. I had to finish this assignment by midnight, and I was nowhere close to done.
"Exactly." He shut the fridge with his hip and gave me a skeptical look. "You haven't moved."
"I moved," I defended with a shrug before mumbling, "I just came right back."
Jake raised a brow. "To do what? Stare at the same paragraph for another hour?"
I ignored him and kept typing, or trying to type, anyway. My brain felt like it was moving through molasses. I wasn't even sure if what I was writing made sense anymore, but I didn't have the energy to reread it.
