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Well, it's time to register for the Spring 2007 semester here at Ye Olde Texas State University. The time? 7:15 am. The date? Wednesday, the day of my sociology test. The issue?
Why the fuck am I going to be a teacher?
I would be good at it. I would enjoy it. I really think I would. It gives me a goal, too. I just don't want to give in to something so mundane. However, with Crohn's disease, and the health insurance issue, sometimes you really don't have a lot of choice. It's reasonable and logical for me to become an English teacher, at least to start off with. I'll always be employable. It's secure. I like secure. I don't want to like secure, but I do. *le sigh* It sucks, but what can you do? I am making an appointment with the English academic advisor as soon as the office opens. I've got a couple questions before I register for classes. In a way I'm relieved though. This semester was the semester of flailing around blindly, trying to figure out what the fuck I'm doing here and what I'll be doing in the future and all that. Well, I shall flail no more! Hopefully. Okay, I probably will. But this gives me some measure of security that I need to stand on. I need a foundation to stand on. This way I have a goal! Thank gods, a goal! A definite spot on the horizon to set my eye on and work toward, instead of flailing around... 'maybe I could do that? But I'd need these courses. Maybe I could do this? No, I'd need to take these courses, the semester's wasted.'
I guess some might say the semester was wasted, but I don't think so. I needed a semester to flail and panic and freak out. It hopefully got all that crap behind me, so now I can focus. I hope it works.
Why the fuck am I going to be a teacher?
I would be good at it. I would enjoy it. I really think I would. It gives me a goal, too. I just don't want to give in to something so mundane. However, with Crohn's disease, and the health insurance issue, sometimes you really don't have a lot of choice. It's reasonable and logical for me to become an English teacher, at least to start off with. I'll always be employable. It's secure. I like secure. I don't want to like secure, but I do. *le sigh* It sucks, but what can you do? I am making an appointment with the English academic advisor as soon as the office opens. I've got a couple questions before I register for classes. In a way I'm relieved though. This semester was the semester of flailing around blindly, trying to figure out what the fuck I'm doing here and what I'll be doing in the future and all that. Well, I shall flail no more! Hopefully. Okay, I probably will. But this gives me some measure of security that I need to stand on. I need a foundation to stand on. This way I have a goal! Thank gods, a goal! A definite spot on the horizon to set my eye on and work toward, instead of flailing around... 'maybe I could do that? But I'd need these courses. Maybe I could do this? No, I'd need to take these courses, the semester's wasted.'
I guess some might say the semester was wasted, but I don't think so. I needed a semester to flail and panic and freak out. It hopefully got all that crap behind me, so now I can focus. I hope it works.