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Jan 31, 2008 21:00

As I obsessively check for sub jobs, I figure that I'll write my hopes and dreams. Since that would take too long, I'll start with my future career.

I know some people weren't too thrilled when I decided on education and Trent and I even had a drunken argument about it which I don't recall much of, but I do remember that I won. I'm not sure where I want to end up, but it would be easiest to start wherever I student teach. I was thinking of staying in the area, a suburb slightly closer to the city like Downers Grove, Elk Grove, or some other Grove. I'll start observing there next fall so I was thinking of applying to be a sub in that district just to get my name out there while I'm required to be there for however many hours. Once I'm finished with student teaching I hope to get offered a job, maybe even a coaching spot for volleyball or track, but I may hold off the first year.

I'll probably be a cart teacher and get stuck teaching freshmen earth science the first semester, but it would slowly get into a more biology/chemistry track. I would live with my mom that first semester, saving money which shouldn't be too hard cause I'm going to have so much work to do with daily lesson plans and grading, then I'll book it to a nice condo closer to the school, but not in the district, maybe Lisle or Woodridge.

The years would pass and I would be a coach and teacher with established lesson plans. I would play tricks on the kids like one test having all the answers be A except number 19 just for kicks. The Hispanic population would start to rise and I'll find that some parents don't know English enough to help their kids with homework. I'll pool teachers together and establish a night school for the parents to earn a GED so their kids can feel like their parents are trying to become a part of the increasingly hostile country they've moved to. I'll win awards for my excellent educational ideas and receive grants to improve the science program. The kids will make me feel forever young until I see one former student at a bar and they buy me a drink because they have grown up...then reality will set in.

I just hope I don't become the crotchety old hag of a teacher where all of the kids make up rumors about my miserable existence and when they look back at old yearbooks can't believe I was once such a catch.

Summers are a completely different story, the topic for next time I suppose.
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