Turned in my first term paper for my teaching program. One more to go. Am about 1/3 through my teaching apprenticeship, two more months to go. The hardest part has yet to come though so it’ll be a long and hard 2 months.
I’m come to realize and remember just how much I hated school growing up; how much the system was such a stifling environment for me. Wait, hated is a strong word; school was a dissatisfying time for me. A morbid period filled with melancholy and depression. A place where my light was stifled. It was bearable later – but it was just that: bearable.
I realize now what my place is in a school.
I promise that I’m not dead. Not yet anyway, I’ve just been swamped. Training has ceased and it seems all I have time is to teach.