My final year is going to be demanding, that’s all I can say. Teaching full time and working on my M.Ed part time evenings – is it worth it? I’m assuming the answer is ‘yes’, but at this current point, I question my initial decision.
Even though 4 courses last year left me exhausted, after my first class last Monday, I left feeling completely overwhelmed.
As I sit here reading these articles, I can foresee plenty more late, late nights. I fear I will be bonding with my computer moreso than with humans! Oh yeah, and a thesis – of which the first 2 chapters are supposed to be written by the end of this course (December)! I guess I need to finalize my topic ;)
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There is a place for everything and I also think that there is a time for everything. We are all just visitors, and I truly think there is an ‘ultamite place’ for each and every one of us. Granted, the cause or reason for something happening may not be explainable at the time, or further down the road, which I usually find is the case. However, on further reflection, I’m amazed at how well choreographed life is. It’s the will of something more powerful than you or I. That just shows me that ahhh, “someone” up there knew it was going to happen the way it did, otherwise how? Confusing, yes?
Of course there is the pool of people who challenge this notion and always need to be in control of every situation. I’m not one of those people. I can take whatever is dished out at me, because even if I decided to alter some thought or action, it was meant to happen that way.
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You ever have one of those days where you feel like there is no possible way that you can accomplish a thing? Well, that’s what is restricting me from ever attempting anything worthy of my efforts. I know I have much to offer. Too bad though, that I’m strapped in with the fear of failure, or moreso, the embarrassment and implications that it would play on my conscious. To some, It’s a ridiculous and foreign characteristic, but for me, it’s a big hesitation and would take a ginormous (gigantic+enormous) leap to think that I am as worthy or deserving.
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