I start my classes on the 20th of this month. I’m both excited and worried about the whole thing. Excited because I’m going taking a step toward something better and worried because I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle the work load and a full time job as well.
But I guess you never know your limits until you push yourself.
While I was at camp this week I found a lot of time to practice “the art of being a teacher”. A few of the councilors are either currently teachers or are former teachers. When I told them of my plans for teaching they each took the time to show me the finer points of the career. One of the finer points being the ability to gain the attention of every kid in the room. A task I found kind of fun.
I can’t wait for classes to start next month.
Back in high school there I had been friends with a girl who had a record for getting into quite a bit of trouble. She had a brother my age, a very sweet boy who seemed to be the only one who could handle my friend. He and I often spent times together and in the end I had developed a crush on him.
Though I knew better than to say anything, otherwise his sister would have beaten me into the ground. Years passed and I hadn’t seen him for sometime until he tapped on my shoulder in the Quick Trip parking lot. We talked for a long time before I realized I was a half hour late for work. An exchange of numbers led to a long conversation ending in a date. It was actually a surprise. I never thought I see him again let alone score a date.
That night he and I sat though two movies and snuck into a park for some stargazing. It was the most fun I’ve had on a date in a long time.