Dang it. I've done it again. Just when I thought I could give up on this whole writing thing (did you see my post from yesterday?? That was me saying I was throwing in the towel), I was interviewed by a 9-year-old. That's right. A 9-year-old put me in my place.
So these fourth graders come to interview me. They ask me normal stuff like what I do at the school and how long I've been there. What I like most about my job, what I like least, yada yada yada.
Things are going great until one of the cutest 9-year-olds on the planet asks, "What advice do you have for us?"
The answer that came out my mouth: "Work hard. Don't give up."
What I was thinking inside: Oh crap.
So now I have to take my own advice. And it's a bitter pill to swallow, my feathered friends (the kids love it when I call them that *snarf*).
If someone asked you that question, what would you say?