Change Gon Come. . .

I like the people at my job. I enjoy laughing with them and making small talk. Some of them even know personal business about me and we’ve become friends. . .of sorts. I do not, however, like the actual job that I do. It’s boring, monotonous, irritating, simple, unimaginative, and any other adjective you can think of to describe a situation that just plain stinks. I have been looking for alternate employment, but haven’t had much luck. I really can’t say I’m shocked because the economy is not really the best to be actively job hunting. I’ve been toying with the idea of going back to school (again), but I honestly just cannot afford to do it at this point in time.

From age 7, I’ve always wanted to be a teacher. I may have thought about pursuing other professions, but I’ve always gone back to teaching. There is something about being able to enrich the lives of others through helping them learn new things that really lights my fire. Seeing the light come on in someone’s eyes when they finally understand what you are saying is motivation for me. I love the fact that I can break things down and explain them in ways that help others understand complex concepts easily.

I always knew specifically what grade I wanted to teach as well. I was going to be a second grade teacher because I had the best one in the world, Mrs. Humphrey. My parents must’ve gotten tired of me bringing her up because I swear for that whole year that I was in her class, it was “Mrs. Humphrey said this. . .”, “Mrs. Humphrey did that. . .”, or “Mrs. Humphrey is so. . .” My mother does hair part-time and works at a shop in the town where I grew up. I saw Mrs. Humphrey at the shop one day about six months ago. I did not recognize her at all, but she knew who I was instantly. She praised me for being one of her most intelligent as well as enthusiastic students. I immediately recalled how she spurred my desire to become a teacher and how I let that go to pot. It was then that I made a vow to myself that I would make my childhood dream come to fruition come hell or high water. Life got in the way though.

Being a grown-up sucks. *pouts* If I didn’t have rent & bills, I’d chuck this job so fast and enroll in classes. I found an accelerated program that would not only give me a Master of Arts in Education, but also a certification in Elementary Education. The only problem is that it’s a one year program & precludes working full-time. :-/ It goes from Summer to the next Fall, ending with a student teaching position. I have already missed important deadlines for the ’09 year, but I am highly considering applying for ’10.

I can see myself becoming complacent in my current position. I no longer have aspirations to move up in this company because I am not interested in resting my lips pon the asses of the higher ups instead of letting my proficiency in doing my job as well as my natural intelligence (which is fading daily in this environment) shine. NO DICE! At any rate, I will be applying for admission to the university as a student at large soon. Even if I cannot get into the Elem. Ed. program immediately, I want to begin coursework as soon as possible. If I don’t do it now, I never will. . .

One Response to “Change Gon Come. . .”

  • BeeHappy says:

    The last sentence is so true! Good for you for realizing what you want to do. We kind of already talked about this but Good Luck! You'll be an awesome teacher!


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