For quite a while now, I’ve thought I knew what I wanted to do with my life. Go to Vancouver, Study Geography, Do Research. It was quite a simple plan. But lately, the idea of teaching has been creeping up on me. Growing on me. And I don’t know what to do. Although the start of this plan is the same regardless, I don’t like this. I don’t like not knowing what I want to do.
It’s like when relatives approach you to ask what you want for Christmas, and your only thought is that you don’t need 12 different copies of TFioS. (Which incidentally is what happened last year). Or when someone offers you two different bars of chocolate and tells you to pick one.
I know I could possibly do both, both my chemistry teachers used to be professional chemists before they turned to teaching, and that would be fine. Maybe it’s just all this talk about people doing degrees and then ending up doing something purely on the basis of “transferable” skills, like diligence, which people learn from life, not just university.
Maybe it’s just that reality has hit me, and in 7 months I’ll be leaving school, and never coming back, and that has all got tangled up somehow with how much I enjoy volunteering with my year 9 class. And if I do teach, you have to teach a curriculum, not just the parts you really like.
Claire, I’m afraid I’ve been thinking; a dangerous pastime I know (… or rather I don’t know).