Where I Get All Sentimental and Snarky About The First Day of School

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September 3, 2014 by Katia

So, how is September 3rd treating ya?

It’s three days post summer vacation and I’m in recovery.

I don’t have anything interesting to say about the first day of school, but I did last year, so if you weren’t following me one year ago, this one —–>

This one.

Sentimental

will make you go AWW and AAH!

And that one ————->

5 differences between the first day of kindergarten and junior high

Snarky

will make you go HA!

Oh wait, I do have something interesting to tell you before you leave. Remember how I went to that big blogging conference last month? Well, Arianna Huffington was one of the keynote speakers. She mentioned her email address during her session, one thing led to another and guess who’s writing for Huffington Post now?

Clue: click the links above to find out.

Moral of the story: step outside of your comfort zone. It brings growth.

As you were.

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18 thoughts on “Where I Get All Sentimental and Snarky About The First Day of School

  1. Nina Badzin says:

    That’s the ultimate “lean in” story! Congrats!

  2. Lisa @ The Golden Spoons says:

    Congrats!! That is awesome!!! I have been submitting to HuffPost since BlogU, but haven’t gotten any response. 😦

    • Katia says:

      I know I’ve been doing that on and off (I was really scared of the huge exposure and getting the inevitable nasty comments that come with that) and finally decided I wanted to try again. Just keep trying, it will happen!

  3. Congratulations on Huffington Post!!

  4. Jenny says:

    Congrats on writing for the Huffington Post

  5. Aussa Lorens says:

    Aaaaand that’s why you’re awesome 🙂 Hope you earn some sleep soon though!

  6. Congratulations! I love your voice and think it’s awesome that you’ll get to share it with more people. 🙂

  7. Natalie DeYoung says:

    You are the best. That is all.

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