I’ve been thinking more and more about what I want to do in life, and I’ve swung around multiple times to the idea of becoming a teacher. I don’t know. It’s a feasible decision at least. Realistic. I could do it here. But is it really what I want to do?
I’ve looked up the program at my university, and to my surprise I actually have all the qualifications to get into the program. I would just need to take an additional Education course during the course section, and that’s fine. And it’s only a year-long program, which is nice. Plus I know my school’s teaching program is supposed to be really good.
If I were to go into teaching, I’d want to be a secondary teacher. I did really enjoy my time being an English Language Assistant in France. My hesitation is that I know how teenagers can be, and they’re not always sugar and nice. But it would be fun to be an English teacher, or literature teacher, maybe even a creative writing teacher.
The earliest I’d be able to start the program would be Fall 2018, possibly not even until Spring 2019, which is quite a long time from now. But the more I think about it, the more I think this might actually be the thing for me, the solution to my grand conundrum of what the heck am I going to do with my life.
It’s certainly a possibility, and at this point it’s the strongest, most attainable possibility. Being a writer will always be my number one goal, but this is something for the meantime. I’ll definitely have to think about it more, do a little more digging and soul-searching, but maybe, just maybe, I’ve started to figure my life out.
Wouldn’t that be nice?