Chapter 11My winning streak continued as the winter semester came to a close. I was making quite a name for myself in collegiate swimming. While my heart still ached for Mathias, at least I was excelling at one thing.
“That’s all you really need,” my father said. “One thing you’re really good at and one thing you love at a time. If they’re both the same, you’re lucky.”
“But what about after?” I asked over Christmas break, sitting at the kitchen table, eating homemade rolls made by mom with homemade jelly made by Mrs. Bellamy. “Though college is hard, I’m pretty sure I’m eventually going to graduate. I was thinking special education, but then I remembered…” I had to whisper. “I don’t like little kids.”
My dad smiled. “You could always teach the big ones, or even adults. They have teacher
