As the end of the semester draws near, I am more than ready for this break. This semester has been a whirlwind, with writing two-three papers a week and getting a job I absolutely despise. Things with the job have been going better. I don't stress about it anymore, I just dread going into work. I've decided that if they offer to extend my job past seasonal, I will accept. Until I can find something less terrible. I want to work at a daycare. To get experience. And to enjoy working. But I don't have any qualifications yet, in the process, and daycare's normally don't hire people who aren't qualified, but it does happen. I can hope.
My classes this semester were all great; I'm happy to finally have gotten into my core classes. Learning so many different techniques and theories get me excited to get into a classroom myself. At the same time, though, it scares me. I'm set to graduate two years from this month. While that still is a while away, and a lot can happen in two years, I don't think I'm ready to be a teacher in two years. I'll only be 22! I'll have gone through Internship I & II, but there is going to be another more experienced teacher in the class with me. Guiding and directing me. Once I'm graduated I'm supposed to teach on my own. Six-year-olds, eighteen of them. That sounds scary! I think I need some maturing to do before that day comes.
Now, I must get back to attempting to write paperspaperspapers and reading textbooks. Christmas break, get here faster!
I need to blog more!