I've just been reading a friend of mine's blog that's filled with all kinds of
awesome. And so, once again (and
I'm sure quite positive it won't be the last time) I am attempting the blog again.
Things have been absolutely insane! It's my first year out of uni and I'm
not missing it at all missing it terribly. I miss seeing my friends around campus, having completely random conversations over coffee whilst we wait for our next class, but most of all I hate knowing that it's time I need to
grow up, even if it is just slightly.
For the last year I've studied to become a teacher and I'm happy to say it's now what I'm doing. I always thought I wanted to be a primary school teacher...I used to love little kids. Suddenly at the end of my undergrad and within 2 weeks this all changed to becoming a high school teacher. Family members called me
crazy and wished me luck, friends thought I was plain outright
weird and had suddenly crossed to the other side. I always felt it was eventually what I needed to do with my life. The problem is I'm not too sure if it's for me now...
I'm working on a part time maternity leave contract at one school and trying to casual other days at other schools in my local area. It's hard, I won't even try to deny it. Some times I leave class repeating 'don't cry' under my breath until I make it to the sanctuary of the staff room. I never realised, kids can be so mean! And it's ridiculous that they can even effect me. I'm an adult for god's sake!
In saying all this, you have the good days too. The days where you walk out of class
hoping knowing that at least one kid walked away learning something. The days where you think,
"wow...I just had an impact on a kid's life". It's those days that, in a job like this, you remember in these dark moments where you start thinking 'why do I even bother???'
I do however enjoy how I've perfected my teacher voice :)
♥ M
