When I grow up….I want to be a teacher. I think.
At 8 years old, you are confident that you know what you want to be when you “grow up.” You are sure you have the brains and self discipline to be a doctor, or lawyer or astronaut or something equally noble. Some carry that dream and ambition all way way to freshman year in college…some may change their minds a few times along the way.
Second semester, freshman year. WTF? No one signed me up for all of this work…AKA…change of major. Sophomore year of college….you have a whole new lease on life and a whole new plan of action. Some people actually go on to graduate and pursue that dream, and some, like me, drink their ambition away at the campus bars.
Fast forward, one house, husband and daughter later and I’m back to the drawing board. I am officially unemployed. The housepkant has been put through the emotions and mood swings that come along with being unemployed for the first time in my adult life. Nearly every night he gets home I plead with him to have a serious discussion with me about what the near and distant future holds for me and us. We have had conversations about me being a stay at home mom, finishing my GG degree and finally and most recently, getting my teaching degree. Have I lost my mind?
So tomorrow, I go meet with an advisor in the school of education to see what it would take for me to get my teaching degree and if it’s something I can accomplish before I’m old and gray-er.
When I grow up….I want to be a teacher. What do you want to be?
January 5th, 2010 at 10:37 pm
I’m gonna be a 50s housewife. That is all. I’m good with that. Are you sure about this teacher thing? That a whole lot of kids.