Six and a half weeks - that's how long until I start graduate school. Next summer I will be a full-fledged Social Studies teacher.
I am absolutely terrified. I am absolutely giddy with excitement. I am nervous beyond anything I have ever felt before. It doesn't help that the first twelve credits have to be at least a 3.0 so that I don't get kicked out. I mean, it's not like it should be hard for be to get all Bs in classes similar to those I've already taken, but man, the pressure is on.
A year from now I will be done with my student teaching and preparing for graudation. This time around I get an awesome hood to go with my goofy gown. I'm not going to lie, I'm really excited about that. Mostly though, I'm excited to teach. I can't wait to tell those kids everything I know (and probably totally blow their minds in the process when I tell them that Columbus didn't actually discover America, among other nifty facts).
I suppose I have my former teachers to blame for my strong desire to join their profession. If they had not been so great, I might want to do something else with my life. But really, its the only job I want. I can't imagine doing anything else (except maybe getting a degree in Physical Anthropology in a few years and doing archaegolgy during summer breaks...).
I'm glad I can finally put all of my lesson ideas to use soon. I've also been thinking for a long time it would be really fun to to a year-long geneaology project and at the end of the school year they could compare and contrast what they have found about their ancestors - important events they lived through and the like. The main theme being that people from all different walks of life have been coming together for hundereds of years to make up the United States that we know today. Diversity, cultural history, and personal history - all rolled up into one neat package, they won't even know what hit them, they'll be having so much fun finding out about their families. Well, here's to hoping anyways!
Its late, time for bed.
Over and out.