I'm being moved right now and I love it - please remember me don't flee
So I've been thinking about this a lot recently and it's making me excited/nervous. Excited because I finally feel like I have a semblance of an idea of what I wanna do and nervous because I don't actually know how to make it happen.
I wanna teach. I don't know why I feel so strongly about it or if it'll be lasting, but right now I keep thinking about it. Don't ask me what I want to teach though, I'm still not sure about that in the slightest. I don't think I want to be a professor, but rather a high school teacher. I want to, to, to, get out there and smack those kids into consciousness, and if I could do that for at least just one person, that would make me happy. But this is also what makes me nervous. I mean, am I wasting my time here? Am I wasting the 3/4 of my tuition that is covered by scholarships that some other person could be using? I don't know. All I know is that this feeling is really strong right now. I also wanna co-term in Cultural and Social Anthropology. I'm digging this stuff. It's relevant and it's significant and it's...just...me. I don't know if I do it though with the time I have left.
I want to write because I'm in love with Cherrie Moraga's Loving in the War Years. I have never felt so similar to a person as I do reading her book. It heats up my insides. I feel like I can write and write and write it's waiting to explode and I'm waiting to explore.
I want come out to my family, at least my dad mom brother sister, during Thanksgiving break when we're all together in person. I want to teach my sister that love is her me you them no matter what it's internal external valid in all ways.
I want to thank Scooter and Susan for taking care of me after I got trashed on Saturday night. I want to thank Scooter for being there as my friend after everything that we've been through I find it awesome.
I want to stop sleeping stop wasting those dead hours and see my dreams in reality.
I wanna teach. I don't know why I feel so strongly about it or if it'll be lasting, but right now I keep thinking about it. Don't ask me what I want to teach though, I'm still not sure about that in the slightest. I don't think I want to be a professor, but rather a high school teacher. I want to, to, to, get out there and smack those kids into consciousness, and if I could do that for at least just one person, that would make me happy. But this is also what makes me nervous. I mean, am I wasting my time here? Am I wasting the 3/4 of my tuition that is covered by scholarships that some other person could be using? I don't know. All I know is that this feeling is really strong right now. I also wanna co-term in Cultural and Social Anthropology. I'm digging this stuff. It's relevant and it's significant and it's...just...me. I don't know if I do it though with the time I have left.
I want to write because I'm in love with Cherrie Moraga's Loving in the War Years. I have never felt so similar to a person as I do reading her book. It heats up my insides. I feel like I can write and write and write it's waiting to explode and I'm waiting to explore.
I want come out to my family, at least my dad mom brother sister, during Thanksgiving break when we're all together in person. I want to teach my sister that love is her me you them no matter what it's internal external valid in all ways.
I want to thank Scooter and Susan for taking care of me after I got trashed on Saturday night. I want to thank Scooter for being there as my friend after everything that we've been through I find it awesome.
I want to stop sleeping stop wasting those dead hours and see my dreams in reality.