So i have spent this summer in a long battle with the employment monster trying to get a job. i want to be a teacher. no i am a teacher. and i'm going to toot my horn and say i'm a pretty bad ass teacher. granted i haven't had my own classroom yet to prove that but i know it's what i'm supposed to do. i've had so many random jobs, and random majors, but this was the most confident i have been about my abilities in a long time.
it's actually gotten pretty pathetic. the other day i was walking down the school supply aisle at my friendly neighborhood walmart and i literally started crying. i just looked at all the things that my students might need, things that might be hard to supply or that kids will forget. i just thought about what i could do for the kids, what needs i could fill and how thrilled i would be to help them out in any little way.
well guess what? i finally have that opportunity. i have a job. a teaching job. i'm in a middle school teaching language arts to 7th and 8th graders in a school full of the craziest teachers ever. i walked into an assembly today to the sound of drums and the SRO and the principal are jamming on a couple of drum sets. seriously! i was dying! there is so much energy and i'm hoping as soon as i get my bearings i can add to that energy.
so here we go, onto the next stage of my life. i think this is the one that i actually have to grow up and be pretty responsible. thank goodness i am in a school that will let me keep playing!