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What a week! If I change my mind anymore, I'm sure that I'll be committed.
Or sued by Eggo for copyright infringement.
Coming up next week is a little seminar-type thing on student teaching, which sounds like it'd be right up my alley. But I don't want to do it.
Why not?
Because I don't think teaching is for me. Earlier this summer, when I first appealed grad school, I was told by mom to really think of why I wanted to teach, so that I wouldn't be wasting time and money if I do get in to the program I applied for. I thought I wanted to teach to go out and save the world from bad grammar and shitty spelling; The English Avenger! -- so to speak. I figured if I could get to people before they are set free into The Real World and cut off their craptacular English skills at the pass that I'd be doing everyone a great service. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that's a dumb reason to want to teach.
So I did some more thinking and came up with this: I don't really want to teach. I hate literature (at least what all the English teachers I've had force fed me as literature; I happen to think Michael Moore, Andy Rooney, and Dave Barry write great literature. There's no accounting for taste), so I don't think I want to teach it. I was a high schooler once. Most of my nieces and nephews are in high school (or will be this fall). They're getting bratty and obnoxious. I was (and still am) bratty and obnoxious. Being around 20-30 of them for up to an hour at a stretch all day long does not for good times make. I'd say especially high school boys, but I still have the mentality of a high school boy (as does daddy, hehe). And I hated the girls I went to high school with (save about 3 of them) and I'm afraid of pidgeon holing on sight.
Plus, I just don't want to. When you boil all the rest away, the only reason I wanted to get into teaching is I didn't see any options available for me with this ridiculous BA in Writing that will hire me with no experience. Everything I've looked up either wants a Masters in something I have no aspirations of obtaining or wants a million years experience that I just don't have. I have no idea what I'll do if I actually get into the MST program. Part of me hopes it'll grow on me, but I seriously doubt that.
Mom indirectly knocked a bit of sense into me tonight. She asked me how old I am, so I immediately thought she was having a senior moment. Turns out, she had a point. I'm only 22. I have my whole life to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Now is the perfect time for me to get temp work and try things out and get my head together. It's such a simple concept, I'm sure it's occurred to me before (I'm sure she's said it to me before), but now it just makes so much sense.
Speaking of temp work (loverly segue, no?), I applied for a part time deal at the museum, and I reallyreallyreally want it. Send some good vibes my way. I'll find out on the 29th if it's mine or not.
(Im)patiently waiting,
Thanks for reading,
Ter
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