A New Page
On this, the eve of my first day of graduate school to become a science teacher, I am feeling...
Excited.
Nervous.
Old.
Proud.
I'm excited to be starting something new. Something for me that has nothing to do with the kids (besides the fact that, once I have a teaching gig, we will have a similar schedule). I love them more than anything and I have enjoyed staying home with them more than I ever could have guessed. But it will be great to be doing something that is not for or about my kids.
I'm a little nervous because It has been twenty years since I graduated from college. Thirteen since I finished my coursework for my first Master's program (which I never finished). I'm not even sure how students take notes these days. Do they still use pen and paper or does everyone bring their laptop to class? I'll be showing up with my spiral notebooks and hoping I'm not too outdated. I am also unsure of what the workload will be like. Will I have a hard time balancing my mom and home duties with my schoolwork? I am taking seven credit hours this semester. That's one three credit-hour evening class, one three credit-hour independent study class, and a one credit-hour class that meets on three Saturdays.
I feel old when I'm on campus. Most of the students are half my age - or younger! But that really doesn't bother me too much. I am much more comfortable with myself these days than I was when I was their age.
Mostly, I am proud to be doing something that will make a difference in my life and for my family. I am proud that my kids will see me doing something for me. I am proud that my kids will see me try something new.
This is just the beginning.
Excited.
Nervous.
Old.
Proud.
I'm excited to be starting something new. Something for me that has nothing to do with the kids (besides the fact that, once I have a teaching gig, we will have a similar schedule). I love them more than anything and I have enjoyed staying home with them more than I ever could have guessed. But it will be great to be doing something that is not for or about my kids.
I'm a little nervous because It has been twenty years since I graduated from college. Thirteen since I finished my coursework for my first Master's program (which I never finished). I'm not even sure how students take notes these days. Do they still use pen and paper or does everyone bring their laptop to class? I'll be showing up with my spiral notebooks and hoping I'm not too outdated. I am also unsure of what the workload will be like. Will I have a hard time balancing my mom and home duties with my schoolwork? I am taking seven credit hours this semester. That's one three credit-hour evening class, one three credit-hour independent study class, and a one credit-hour class that meets on three Saturdays.
I feel old when I'm on campus. Most of the students are half my age - or younger! But that really doesn't bother me too much. I am much more comfortable with myself these days than I was when I was their age.
Mostly, I am proud to be doing something that will make a difference in my life and for my family. I am proud that my kids will see me doing something for me. I am proud that my kids will see me try something new.
This is just the beginning.
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