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Five Days and Two Classes

Amazingly, today I am a mere week away from earning my Bachelor's degree and teaching license.

Two and half years ago I set out on this journey and now it is coming to an end.

 My thoughts and actions have pin pointed to this moment for so long. My vision has been focused acutely on this day. It feels a little strange to be here. Strange, happy, excited, and scared. All of the emotions are swirling around me like dandelion seeds.

I had my final faculty evaluation last week. I turned in my last homework assignment. From this point forward everything is just paperwork and red tape.

I would like to say that now is the time to celebrate, relax, and enjoy a little freedom. However, life is about forward motion and the time for new goals is now. Ideas for new goals are stacked up around me like toy blocks. I am narrowing down my options and deciding what goals need to take priority.

Among, those many goals is to find a job! I can hardly wait to have my own classroom. The past nine weeks have been among the best weeks of my life. I love being in a classroom and teaching. Sometimes I feel so happy that I hardly recognize the person I have become. My perspective and ideas have shifted so dramatically.  I wonder what I am going to do with this new me in a week when she doesn't have a classroom to teach.

This is my way of asking you to send lots of prayers and wishes that soon I will have a classroom to call my very own.

Happy Sunday/Daylight Savings

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Angie said…
You'll have a class in no time. There's no doubt in my mind. Any school will be lucky to have you!!! We are all so proud of you. Love ya!
March 12, 2012 at 9:58 AM
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