My teaching program I am in could not go any better. I am working with a mentor teacher in a 7th grade english classroom. I spend all day there and am basically a teacher's aid, and the class substitutes multiple required courses. Though it begun in early January, this week was when I really noticed how far I've come. I get a warm feeling knowing that this is the right career for me. I wish there was a way I could graduate sooner and go straight into the teaching. However, it has cost me at the same time.
Not being on campus ever has gotten me completely detached from my peers and college life in general. Because I am supposed to act professional, acting that way long enough has had a lasting effect that has boiled over into my every day life. I go to the University Center to eat lunch, by myself sometimes, and looking around at my "peers" I honestly cannot relate. I'm only 19 but I feel like I've already grown out of everything.
I'm not the typical anti-social because I won't let myself fit in type of person, never have been. Just last semester you could find me at a party every night of the weekend. But now I feel an absolute separation between myself and those I used to associate with. Nothing from last year seems even remotely appealing either. It doesn't stop there either. Being a RA in the dorms, you have to stay involved on campus, but even that feels like pulling teeth (which it did long before this semester).
I feel like the same person but the truth is I've changed. I feel as if it is for the better, yet some may argue the contrary.
So nowadays, I really only do the following:
-Hang out with Kristian (whether it's a movie, dinner, etc.)
-Read
-Study
-Music
-if there's time, Modern Warfare 2
The other day, someone told me these are my glory days and to enjoy them while I can. But my rebuttal is simple: how can you enjoy something you're truly ready to be finished with?
But my real concern is what will I grow out of next?
Thursday, February 11, 2010
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