Today, and then some.
Today, I woke up early. I was awarded with
Then I studied. And studied. And knit...and studied. (Bio test at 11:30 this morning; I'm a plan-way-in-advance,-nix-plans-and-wait-till-the-last-minute kind of student.) Then I noticed this:
Sigh.
So, I took the bio test (it was fine), headed to lab for some other boring things, and finally, found myself back at home for a relaxing afternoon. First, I got me some milky chai on my way home, even braving finger exposure to carry this bad boy home. Halfway through it, I noticed the words on my cup:
You can click to have an easier time reading, but it's basically a thank you to teachers. I don't really appreciate the quotes around the word dreamers, not quite sure what the intent was there, but the general idea was a pleasant surprise.
Yeah, it's what I want to do. I want to teach biology to teenagers. Perhaps coach freshman volleyball after school.
The Ph.D. idea was largely built from a desire to impress, and it's taken me a little while to realize that I simply don't have a good reason for doing it. "Just for the experience" isn't going to get me through five or six years of grad school. I thought it might, but then I remembered who I am. I'm a survivor, sure, but only when I need to be. If something is unpleasant, and there's no solid reason for sticking it out, I won't. I'll leave volleyball tryouts early, I'll quit gymnastics, I'll drop out of the EMT class with just a few tests left. On the other hand, I survived the aftermath of Freshman year, I made it through Italian, I'll get my silly degree. See the difference? Well, I do. Grad school may look more like the second group on the surface, but it turns out I don't have a good enough reason.
A whole lot of words to say: I just don't care enough.
What *do* I care about? The material. Biology, and my desire for everyone share my fascination. Contributing in any small way to raise America's biological IQ. (No, that doesn't make sense, but you get it.) I've got the reasons, plus the attraction to the lifestyle. My own classroom, the lesson-planning, the test-grading (I'll eat my words later, I know), the teacher's lounge, the student meetings...oh, and the summer breaks. ;]
So, that's that.
In yesterday's post, I mentioned the spring break plans. Don't worry, I'll be brief (getting tired of sharing time): em and I are driving down to DC/VA tomorrow evening (lugging stuff I deemed important enough to want in seven months when I see it again, not so important that I need it Now), tomorrow evening/sat morning Andy and I fill up the rented moving truck with our belongings, and should have it to Ohio by Saturday evening. After brief family-ing, we'll catch an approx. 11 hour train back to VA late Sunday night, and thus begins my two weeks in Virginia. At which point I will commence activities involving sewing (my backpack, our quilt), writing (senior essay, long-ass lab report), and knitting (mom's birthday socks) while Andy is at work...and probably while he's home.
I'm quite looking forward to it all, really. :]
Now, back to cats and yarn...
Then I studied. And studied. And knit...and studied. (Bio test at 11:30 this morning; I'm a plan-way-in-advance,-nix-plans-and-wait-till-the-last-minute kind of student.) Then I noticed this:
Sigh.
So, I took the bio test (it was fine), headed to lab for some other boring things, and finally, found myself back at home for a relaxing afternoon. First, I got me some milky chai on my way home, even braving finger exposure to carry this bad boy home. Halfway through it, I noticed the words on my cup:
You can click to have an easier time reading, but it's basically a thank you to teachers. I don't really appreciate the quotes around the word dreamers, not quite sure what the intent was there, but the general idea was a pleasant surprise.
Yeah, it's what I want to do. I want to teach biology to teenagers. Perhaps coach freshman volleyball after school.
The Ph.D. idea was largely built from a desire to impress, and it's taken me a little while to realize that I simply don't have a good reason for doing it. "Just for the experience" isn't going to get me through five or six years of grad school. I thought it might, but then I remembered who I am. I'm a survivor, sure, but only when I need to be. If something is unpleasant, and there's no solid reason for sticking it out, I won't. I'll leave volleyball tryouts early, I'll quit gymnastics, I'll drop out of the EMT class with just a few tests left. On the other hand, I survived the aftermath of Freshman year, I made it through Italian, I'll get my silly degree. See the difference? Well, I do. Grad school may look more like the second group on the surface, but it turns out I don't have a good enough reason.
A whole lot of words to say: I just don't care enough.
What *do* I care about? The material. Biology, and my desire for everyone share my fascination. Contributing in any small way to raise America's biological IQ. (No, that doesn't make sense, but you get it.) I've got the reasons, plus the attraction to the lifestyle. My own classroom, the lesson-planning, the test-grading (I'll eat my words later, I know), the teacher's lounge, the student meetings...oh, and the summer breaks. ;]
So, that's that.
In yesterday's post, I mentioned the spring break plans. Don't worry, I'll be brief (getting tired of sharing time): em and I are driving down to DC/VA tomorrow evening (lugging stuff I deemed important enough to want in seven months when I see it again, not so important that I need it Now), tomorrow evening/sat morning Andy and I fill up the rented moving truck with our belongings, and should have it to Ohio by Saturday evening. After brief family-ing, we'll catch an approx. 11 hour train back to VA late Sunday night, and thus begins my two weeks in Virginia. At which point I will commence activities involving sewing (my backpack, our quilt), writing (senior essay, long-ass lab report), and knitting (mom's birthday socks) while Andy is at work...and probably while he's home.
I'm quite looking forward to it all, really. :]
Now, back to cats and yarn...