Teachers

I spend a lot of time thinking about teachers. Mostly because I will become one pretty soon, in about three and half years. I think about how it will feel to be in charge, to give assignments and to grade papers. A lot of people think that teaching is a noble calling. Alright, I’ll admit I am one of those people who believe that education is the means to solving all of our social problems. What can I say, I’m liberal? But I don’t have any particular desire to mentor troubled youth or win a teacher of the year award. I think most people become teachers because the things they’re interested in don’t pay much otherwise. I’d trade in my brain any day for some marginal mathematical talent or a passing interest in biology. Hey, doctors have MUCH more exciting lives then teachers, we’ve all seen Grey’s Anatomy. You don’t see any shows about teachers with that much popularity and steamy drama. People become teachers for the steady paycheck. Because lets face it…free lance historian?….not exactly the most secure of callings. I’m young, I have the notion that I’ll be able to write a bestseller over summer break or something. But I HAVE seen Mr. Holland’s Opus…actually I can’t remember how it ends…but that scene with him singing the John Lenon song and doing the sign language–tear jerker! Anyway I know that I’ll probably live a pretty mundane life and I won’t be able to move out of my parents’ house for a long time with a teacher’s paycheck.

Are you thinking there is going to be a point to this at some point? Oh, poor you.

The Ballad of Chelsea

A lot of people try to reject their nerdiness, but I embrace it. Sure I spend my nights reading fanfiction and I actually own a Weird Al cd, but at least I’m happy with myself.

History club and breaking in

I went to my first history club meeting today with my friend, Erin. I think it was a good idea because there are some experienced upper classmen in the club who are dealing with the history/secondary education major/minor thing as well so they have some good advice to give out. Like how to graduate in four years. Next week there is a history major advising meeting on wednesday. I really hope I don’t have work because I would really like to go.

Side note: I’m in Cultural Anthropology right now, so I’m pretending to take notes.

I’m really happy about the history club thing because I feel like I’m finally starting to break in and make a social life for myself here. We’re planning a Day of the Dead thing on Nov. 1, passing out skeleton lollipops and all that.

Barats and Bereta

Simply love.