Day three, I'm in love with the training director. We're chatting before class when she says, "Yeah, I think you'll all do great."
She looks straight at me. Points.
"But you," she says, "I think you'll catch on especially fast. I just know you're not gonna let those kiddos walk all over you."
I smile.
"Miss Amanda's not okay with that one," I say. She has no idea. I love those kids, but I have high expectations.
This is my dream. What else could I want?