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Taking A Chance Driving through the curvaceous paths of Farm Road 755, seeing the bluebonnets dancing and twirling around with sweet kisses from the wind, and performing a duet with my imaginary husband George Strait, as his silky voice blared through my car speakers, my life could not get any better. I was living a comfortable, laid-back, simple life. This was the type of environment I had been accustomed to and enjoyed so passionately as a native Texan. The short drive every weekend from my cozy childhood home in Rio Grande City to my Southwest motif apartment near Texas A&M University in Kingsville was a time of reflection on all of the magnificent wonders that surrounded me. Did the tranquility of an open pasture look so beautiful to everyone else or were my eyes just too easy to please? As the gallop of a caramel-colored horse rhythmed the beat of my heart, I wondered if I would ever experience leaving my precious Lone Star State. Following an enriching time of student teaching in and around the Coastal Bend area, many life changing decisions had been debated in my mind. With college graduation only a month away I needed to decide where I was going to plant my seed and finally fertilize all of the theories and methods that I had learned about education. Where was I going to blossom as an educator? Returning to historical Rio Grande City was not an option for me. I had become so independent living away from home that I just couldn’t imagine living under my parent’s roof again. The aroma of calbaza con pollo coming from the kitchen carrying the redundant question my father would ask, “Why aren’t you joining us for dinner? You’ve been out four nights in a row!” A cloak of frustration slowly, but surely would hover over my posture. I’d much rather starve than feel obligated to be home all of the time. Weekend visits would be much more enjoyable. I needed to make a decision and the career fair was the perfect place to do so. Ballroom A and B of the Student Union Building, which was usually divided by a gargantuan accordion wall, was host to a plethora of mimicking salesman trying to indulge us with the ingredients that made their school district top prize. As I circled around each aisle I felt as if I were on a fruitful shopping spree.
Approximate Word count = 1600
Approximate Pages = 6.4
(250 words per page double spaced)
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