teacher

i might have mentioned before that i've come to be a little embarrassed about the number of times i've changed what i want to do with my life. it has ranged from nurse to spanish interpreter, to counselor, to teacher, to personal trainer. and round and round it goes until i wonder if i'm supposed to do anything but be the mama of little ones.

last year, i applied for the master of arts in teaching....and then decided not to do it because i found out i was pregnant with berkeley, and didn't know if it was the best plan at the moment.

then i attended a semester of grad school for counseling. it was online, and as convenient as that was, it's just not my thing.

i'm alive when i'm on a college campus. i love classes and homework and listening to lectures.

this fall, my friend brooke got her first job as an elementary school teacher, and i couldn't help but be almost jealous.

on the first day of school this year, i was about a week away from giving birth to berkeley. my mom and i went on our daily 6 am walk that morning, and watched as all the children boarded the school bus. i took pictures on my of all the eager kids, the hope of the year tucked away in their jacket pockets and backpacks.

and i just. can't. give. it. up.

i want to teach. i want to be a part of a community of other teachers. and i truly 100% believe that this is my final decision.

i took the gre on friday. i got the [unofficial] passing scores i neededed :) i applied for the 4th-8th grad language arts/social studies track, and now i'm just waiting.

you know? another main reason i want to be a teacher so bad? because derek thinks i'd be great one. and that means so much to me. his opinion makes a difference. i trust his opinion. he's around me more than anyone. so if he thinks i'll be a mighty fine teacher, then i think i will be!

so here's to pencils and backpacks and notebook paper and binders.