I hope that all of my student blogsphere peeps and other student friends survive this week. Remember to finish the semester well. I know that the last two weeks are always the worst. This too, will pass and you will be strong when you are done. You were made to succeed. I am cheering for you!
My week is turning out to be a little more hectic then planned. I got the major things done but not everything because my plans don't always fit so neat with others. My mom is home and and I got new tired. I am broke now and don't have the car.... It wasn't mine to start with and I am glad that Mom's car is a little more dependable though.
Just a few more days and the Doctor will be married.
You all are invited to my school's Christmas Programme. It is on the 20th of December. All entertainment is original, directed by the teachers and preformed my my students. Come out and have a night to bring in the Season!
I am looking for a place to stay. I hope to find a place to board near my workplace. I don't like hiking.
Showing posts with label Me: The Teacher of Tomorrow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Me: The Teacher of Tomorrow. Show all posts
03 December 2007
16 October 2007
Preteen Girls
Just so that you know, teaching preteen girls is not easy. I don't have the greatest challenge because I only have four of them, and all of them come from supportive families. One of them has parents who thinks money can support their child more than an open and caring mind, but what can I say? At her folk acknowledge her.
I guess the biggest problem for me is to put myself in their shoes. With most of my kids I can remember who my life was as a child. I had many little boys as friends when I was a little girl so I relate to my little boys as well. But preteen girls? I wonder. I don't want to seem bitter or self-patronizing but my preteen years were dark and scary and I don't really dwell on them. Not that it would do any good. I understand that any trial for any child is hard and that this time is probably the most confusing time in their lives and it can't be compared to my. That is the problem. I can't compare my life with theirs. When I was 10, 11, and 12 years old I had seen so much heart-ache and confusion that it is hard for me to be actively sympathetic to their fears and tears and hearts aches. I want to tell them to get over it, they will come to bigger challenges in their lives and they need to learn from situations and make the best of them. But the probably is although it is the truth, how will it effect them.
Preteen girls are probably the most fickled creatures in the world. Adding the confusion of growing up in a small community such as the one they live in where deep-rooted traditional clashes with globalization makes some seriously moody, twisted chicks in place of the joyful and happy little girls they used to be. I am not quiet sure what to do with them. If another cries in my class over "stupidness" I am going to scream!!!!
So much of the silly, foolish talking teacher I made myself out to be in the last entry.
I guess the biggest problem for me is to put myself in their shoes. With most of my kids I can remember who my life was as a child. I had many little boys as friends when I was a little girl so I relate to my little boys as well. But preteen girls? I wonder. I don't want to seem bitter or self-patronizing but my preteen years were dark and scary and I don't really dwell on them. Not that it would do any good. I understand that any trial for any child is hard and that this time is probably the most confusing time in their lives and it can't be compared to my. That is the problem. I can't compare my life with theirs. When I was 10, 11, and 12 years old I had seen so much heart-ache and confusion that it is hard for me to be actively sympathetic to their fears and tears and hearts aches. I want to tell them to get over it, they will come to bigger challenges in their lives and they need to learn from situations and make the best of them. But the probably is although it is the truth, how will it effect them.
Preteen girls are probably the most fickled creatures in the world. Adding the confusion of growing up in a small community such as the one they live in where deep-rooted traditional clashes with globalization makes some seriously moody, twisted chicks in place of the joyful and happy little girls they used to be. I am not quiet sure what to do with them. If another cries in my class over "stupidness" I am going to scream!!!!
So much of the silly, foolish talking teacher I made myself out to be in the last entry.
01 October 2007
Miss Beth!!!
"Miss Beth, I lost my math book," nine year old Terrell told me this morning, looking quite perplexed.
"Well, do you think it ran away, or was it kidnapped or eaten?" I nonchalantly asked. My fourteen 7 - 10 year old kids often lose their workbooks, and Math workbooks are a particularly slippery.
Terrell, face lit up. "Eaten!? Yes, someone ate it!"
"Oh, Class, who ate Terrell's Math book?"
Fourteen eager faces look up from their work, some of the girls giggle and the boys stay in a gapped tooth grim. But then the new student, a blond hair, blue eyes baby face boy looks serious (expect for the mischievous twinkle in his eyes). "Miss Beth, I ate it." And his peers burst in to a roar.
"And, sir, why did you eat poor Terrell's Math book? Don't you know he love working in that especially? Why didn't you eat his Creative Writing?" (none of these boys like that subject).
"Oh, the words make me choke and the writing gives me a stomachache... the numbers are sweet and filling".
Now, do you know why I failed my practical? I love teaching!
"Well, do you think it ran away, or was it kidnapped or eaten?" I nonchalantly asked. My fourteen 7 - 10 year old kids often lose their workbooks, and Math workbooks are a particularly slippery.
Terrell, face lit up. "Eaten!? Yes, someone ate it!"
"Oh, Class, who ate Terrell's Math book?"
Fourteen eager faces look up from their work, some of the girls giggle and the boys stay in a gapped tooth grim. But then the new student, a blond hair, blue eyes baby face boy looks serious (expect for the mischievous twinkle in his eyes). "Miss Beth, I ate it." And his peers burst in to a roar.
"And, sir, why did you eat poor Terrell's Math book? Don't you know he love working in that especially? Why didn't you eat his Creative Writing?" (none of these boys like that subject).
"Oh, the words make me choke and the writing gives me a stomachache... the numbers are sweet and filling".
Now, do you know why I failed my practical? I love teaching!
08 September 2007
35 weeks left
I lived through my first week as a teacher. Even though primary schools throughout the nation postponed the first day of school because of hurricane Felix, I teach at a private school. The principal decided to not close. She turned out to be right. Felix didn't affect the well being of the staff and students. It rained almost every day, but I was able to impress my new colleagues with creative inside games and orderly classroom management. Two years of teacher's training paid off. I can't wait until the end of the month until it pays off my pocket.
Thanks to Hurricane Felix I lost a house watching job.... The people didn't go on their trip because they wanted to take care of their house. I was not crazy about watching an old farm house by myself, but the owners are great friends of mine and the house is close to the school.
There is so much to get used to. Getting up early to dress, make lunch and commute is definitely a challenge. It has not been too bad so far. I only forgot my lunch once. The commute isn't that bad. I have to cross the Belize River on a three car fairy so the time varies. I am usually home by 5 pm though. A lot of people are impress that I, a young woman, drive the distance everyday. Some have even asked if I find it tiring. The drive home is nice for me to recollect my thoughts, pray, mediate and just breathe. Even though it has only been five days, the drive home has become a part of my everyday life.
It has only been a week but I already love each and every one of my students. There are 14 of them. They are in standards 1, 2, and 3 (or grades 3, 4, and 5). The older ones keep me on my toes. The boys are inquisitive and the girls are sweet. They all are helpful and well manner. It is all so different they what I was prepared for! I thought private schools were full of posh, spoiled brats that are rude and snobby. These kids are down to earth and"straight" as we say in Belize. Looks like childhood is not confined to a status. I mean, given these kids' monthly allowances are probably large enough to paint my house and they do have no concept of thriftiness, but they are humble and don't look down on others. Maybe I can help them stay that way.... Any ideas?
The Doc, my brother who is studying medicine in Guatemala and his soon to be wife are around this weekend. It is good to see them. We stayed up too late last night talking and I feel thoughtless and tired today. Maybe next time I will have better thoughts.
Thanks to Hurricane Felix I lost a house watching job.... The people didn't go on their trip because they wanted to take care of their house. I was not crazy about watching an old farm house by myself, but the owners are great friends of mine and the house is close to the school.
There is so much to get used to. Getting up early to dress, make lunch and commute is definitely a challenge. It has not been too bad so far. I only forgot my lunch once. The commute isn't that bad. I have to cross the Belize River on a three car fairy so the time varies. I am usually home by 5 pm though. A lot of people are impress that I, a young woman, drive the distance everyday. Some have even asked if I find it tiring. The drive home is nice for me to recollect my thoughts, pray, mediate and just breathe. Even though it has only been five days, the drive home has become a part of my everyday life.
It has only been a week but I already love each and every one of my students. There are 14 of them. They are in standards 1, 2, and 3 (or grades 3, 4, and 5). The older ones keep me on my toes. The boys are inquisitive and the girls are sweet. They all are helpful and well manner. It is all so different they what I was prepared for! I thought private schools were full of posh, spoiled brats that are rude and snobby. These kids are down to earth and"straight" as we say in Belize. Looks like childhood is not confined to a status. I mean, given these kids' monthly allowances are probably large enough to paint my house and they do have no concept of thriftiness, but they are humble and don't look down on others. Maybe I can help them stay that way.... Any ideas?
The Doc, my brother who is studying medicine in Guatemala and his soon to be wife are around this weekend. It is good to see them. We stayed up too late last night talking and I feel thoughtless and tired today. Maybe next time I will have better thoughts.
19 July 2007
Untelling
One of the most painful things to do is untell something. To humbly go to someone and tell them "I am sorry, I am wrong.... I was presumption, or misinformed (or anything else), what I told you last time wasn't true (or certain, or didn't happen)..."
I am officially untelling. I am not going to Honduras for the workshop. No one from our school is going... I just got an email from the principal saying that it won't work out (????). Don't worry though, I am working on finding out the reason why so I can convince her otherwise. I was bore to travel and teach!!!!
Also, I noticed this morning that is it interesting that most people I know enjoy being strange. Weird is a novelty and originality is style. Anyone knows why that is so...
I am officially untelling. I am not going to Honduras for the workshop. No one from our school is going... I just got an email from the principal saying that it won't work out (????). Don't worry though, I am working on finding out the reason why so I can convince her otherwise. I was bore to travel and teach!!!!
Also, I noticed this morning that is it interesting that most people I know enjoy being strange. Weird is a novelty and originality is style. Anyone knows why that is so...
29 June 2007
Teachers and solidarity
I find it ivery interesting how teachers show so much solidarity here in Belize. It seems like they are ready to jump at any cause. Well, at least it seems to on a micro level. Let me explain....
For the last two years have studied with, cried along with, hurt for, hurt because of, learned and grew with a variety of student teachers. Some of them were fresh out of high school, young and giddy with lofty dreams about teaching. Others were middle age and calm, long past their second wind after being jaded so many times. And then there are the middle group of teachers with a few years of teaching under their belts who have realistic but hopeful ideals about teaching and life. Agree most of my peers are of mestizo or Latin American decent, a few are Creole, Mopan Maya, Yucatec, Q'eqchi Garifuna, East Indian or a mixture. Then me... an white daughter of an American expatriate (some call me one too, but I was too young to care when my mom moved here). We bled together, fought together and cried together.
When news came out that I failed, I found that my peers were all equally, nay, even more, upset about then I. Some many of them were willing to speak about the injustices of the sytem. So many were encouraging and uplifting. All were dangerous to listen to less I given into self indulgence and vainglory (truth is... I am not very good at teaching.... but I do love it). I had to hush so many who were winning to speak up about it.
Why, I wonder, are we then so given to so much of the gossip and malices that have been going around so much. My last summer at Sacred Heart has been tainted with finger pointing and harsh words. It is fourth form all over again. Maybe it is stress or tired, or excitement of finishing this course. I think it is sick. I hope no one is gossiping about me... but then I don't really care.
Gossip won't conquer the world, but love will. Hatred will enslave up love will free (I said that myself and hope to use it in a book some day).
For the last two years have studied with, cried along with, hurt for, hurt because of, learned and grew with a variety of student teachers. Some of them were fresh out of high school, young and giddy with lofty dreams about teaching. Others were middle age and calm, long past their second wind after being jaded so many times. And then there are the middle group of teachers with a few years of teaching under their belts who have realistic but hopeful ideals about teaching and life. Agree most of my peers are of mestizo or Latin American decent, a few are Creole, Mopan Maya, Yucatec, Q'eqchi Garifuna, East Indian or a mixture. Then me... an white daughter of an American expatriate (some call me one too, but I was too young to care when my mom moved here). We bled together, fought together and cried together.
When news came out that I failed, I found that my peers were all equally, nay, even more, upset about then I. Some many of them were willing to speak about the injustices of the sytem. So many were encouraging and uplifting. All were dangerous to listen to less I given into self indulgence and vainglory (truth is... I am not very good at teaching.... but I do love it). I had to hush so many who were winning to speak up about it.
Why, I wonder, are we then so given to so much of the gossip and malices that have been going around so much. My last summer at Sacred Heart has been tainted with finger pointing and harsh words. It is fourth form all over again. Maybe it is stress or tired, or excitement of finishing this course. I think it is sick. I hope no one is gossiping about me... but then I don't really care.
Gossip won't conquer the world, but love will. Hatred will enslave up love will free (I said that myself and hope to use it in a book some day).
14 June 2007
Passion is Stirred
I just got back from my class trip. For my Introduction to Recognizing Students with Special Needs, we went to he Special Education Unit (now known as National Resource Centre of Inclusive Education) and the largest and oldest standing Special school, Stella Maris, both in Belize City. I had a wonderful time! My nose is sun burned and my hair is dried out from the windy bus ride to and from the City. I love going to Belize!
Ever since I failed my teaching practical I have sort of dread the idea of me being a a teacher. I haven't told anyone about it, but there is a certain uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach that I am going to hate this job as much as much I hated working in tourism. Yes, I am glad that I got a post for next year, despite my failure, but there is still unshakable gut feeling about this. Today gave me a renewed set of view and encouraged be to reach for a dream that I was convinced was hopeless. Of course I am dreading the prospective of being a teacher everyday fro the rest of my life. I love teaching but I get s sour feeling about doing it for ever. I am not made to do that. I am suppose to be a special ed teacher and an innovator of a new system for special needs. That is who I am, even though I am not there yet. I may have to put up with a class of normally boring children form a while, and I am going to love doing it. But the truth is I am not going to stay there. I am going to be a special teacher for special children!
I don;'t dread the idea of teaching in September anymore
Ever since I failed my teaching practical I have sort of dread the idea of me being a a teacher. I haven't told anyone about it, but there is a certain uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach that I am going to hate this job as much as much I hated working in tourism. Yes, I am glad that I got a post for next year, despite my failure, but there is still unshakable gut feeling about this. Today gave me a renewed set of view and encouraged be to reach for a dream that I was convinced was hopeless. Of course I am dreading the prospective of being a teacher everyday fro the rest of my life. I love teaching but I get s sour feeling about doing it for ever. I am not made to do that. I am suppose to be a special ed teacher and an innovator of a new system for special needs. That is who I am, even though I am not there yet. I may have to put up with a class of normally boring children form a while, and I am going to love doing it. But the truth is I am not going to stay there. I am going to be a special teacher for special children!
I don;'t dread the idea of teaching in September anymore
14 May 2007
Just to Note
I just wanted to add this.
I am done with my teaching practical and I am waiting for the panel's decision (am I a teacher or not???).
Also, I had a great weekend. I went to Las Flores, Peten, Guatemala with my surrogate family (yes, there is such a thing because I have one) to see some more surrogate family. Also stopped at Tikal yesterday. While in Guate, We ates lots of black beans and crema with corn tortilla. I also had pistachio ice-cream. It was nice even though it had a crazy bright green colour to it. It almost beat Cayo Twist (sorry, you have to have been to Cayo to know what I am talking about). It was a great trip even if it was short. Thanks Dad for taking me along.
I am in a hurry though, so I have to go.
I am done with my teaching practical and I am waiting for the panel's decision (am I a teacher or not???).
Also, I had a great weekend. I went to Las Flores, Peten, Guatemala with my surrogate family (yes, there is such a thing because I have one) to see some more surrogate family. Also stopped at Tikal yesterday. While in Guate, We ates lots of black beans and crema with corn tortilla. I also had pistachio ice-cream. It was nice even though it had a crazy bright green colour to it. It almost beat Cayo Twist (sorry, you have to have been to Cayo to know what I am talking about). It was a great trip even if it was short. Thanks Dad for taking me along.
I am in a hurry though, so I have to go.
19 April 2007
Kids
Yesterday I was on cloud nine. I felt like I was finally making head way. After three successful days I thought I was actually going to get this teaching thing down before the panel comes in a few weeks and decides if I wasted the last 2 years of my life training to be a teacher, or if I deserve to teach our nation's children. (144 I am on my teaching experience)
Little Rosy even wrote me a lovely little note saying that I am going to be a good teacher (when I grow up, I added), and she will always smile when she thinks about me. Touching... the things kids say. It felt real good. I am not a teacher for the pay or because I need to feel powerful, but rather for notes like that. To know that I am, possibly, doing my job and making the world a better place for a few kids.
Then today. Urgh. Yes not Ugh, URRRGh. It might be the heat... or the fact that maybe I am too friendly with my students... But today of all days, the class was a mess. No one, not even the sweet ones, would sit and listen for more than five seconds (I might be exaggerating, but I am exasperated). To make it worst, today was the day I was assessed. Why can't my supervisors came in on days like any other day this week, when my plans were prefect and ready and the class had their "eye-balls on my"? I love my ten-years-olds.... but I am tired.
I don't want to be an old tart who drowns about her chosen profession. I am a teacher by chose and I know it. And I love them. The children inspire me.
I think now I know why abused women go back every time. Their love is addicting, even if it is frustrating. Tomorrow is Mass though. The idea usually makes me want to spit (to be politically correct, let's just say I am not catholic and I do not agree with some of the policies the school that I was placed at has...shiver). But it sounds nice to be able to sit back in morning (I sit in the pews so my students don't see that I don't take part). Then I will run the finally lap for the weekend.
Anyone has any plans? Remember, I am a licensed driver now.
Little Rosy even wrote me a lovely little note saying that I am going to be a good teacher (when I grow up, I added), and she will always smile when she thinks about me. Touching... the things kids say. It felt real good. I am not a teacher for the pay or because I need to feel powerful, but rather for notes like that. To know that I am, possibly, doing my job and making the world a better place for a few kids.
Then today. Urgh. Yes not Ugh, URRRGh. It might be the heat... or the fact that maybe I am too friendly with my students... But today of all days, the class was a mess. No one, not even the sweet ones, would sit and listen for more than five seconds (I might be exaggerating, but I am exasperated). To make it worst, today was the day I was assessed. Why can't my supervisors came in on days like any other day this week, when my plans were prefect and ready and the class had their "eye-balls on my"? I love my ten-years-olds.... but I am tired.
I don't want to be an old tart who drowns about her chosen profession. I am a teacher by chose and I know it. And I love them. The children inspire me.
I think now I know why abused women go back every time. Their love is addicting, even if it is frustrating. Tomorrow is Mass though. The idea usually makes me want to spit (to be politically correct, let's just say I am not catholic and I do not agree with some of the policies the school that I was placed at has...shiver). But it sounds nice to be able to sit back in morning (I sit in the pews so my students don't see that I don't take part). Then I will run the finally lap for the weekend.
Anyone has any plans? Remember, I am a licensed driver now.
17 April 2007
My student
He is a little boy with a lisp. That can't be a good thing. Many Belizean are taught homophobia at an early age, and even though he had a sweet, kind boyish heart, his lisp has not been kind to him. He is not an individual with a cute speech and darling eyes that makes the little girls swoon and is envied by the other boys. Instead he is a victim of tortures tease of ten year old twerps.
Student X and Y had fun teasing him today. During group work, when they should have been busy locating a list full of countries in Africa on their maps, they started taunting him with a new version of "pretty woman, walking down the street..."
Porablecito! He had tears in his frustrated eyes when he told me. I knew that the other tease him often, but those stupid, thoughtless creatures! Oi! The lion in me was released.
If this was Belize five years ago, I would have gotten my long ruler out and "lassed" their open wrist until I was no longer angry. I do disagree with that disciplinary philosophy with a passion, but I was enraged by the insult. How dare they make a creative, unique person feel bad for his special qualities! This is want I did:
To save the victim more taunting from his classmates, I took a deep breath, and assured him I would take care of it. I finished my lesson. Right before the lunch bell rang, I announced "X and Y need to stay in for a few minutes and have a discussion with me." Their mouths dropped. They were caught. Stupid, ready-made, average kids. They must have seen the fire burning within me because they looked frightened.
If you are a normal reader, you probably have figured out that there is nothing I like more then interesting thought-provoking, individuals. God created each of us in His image and we all mirror something about His awesome creativity. I don't want my students to suffer for normality.
By the time the rest of the 32 students cleared the room, I sat at a desk and asked what happened. I was very political. I let them realized what they did was disrespectful and wrong. They decided their own punishment, and I let them go. As they were running out the class I told them, "If you ever want to sing that song, you can sing it to me. I am a pretty woman. Not him... he is a nice little boy. Don't be blind". They laughed and went about their little boy lives and ate their lunches.
I hope they remember their lesson.
Student X and Y had fun teasing him today. During group work, when they should have been busy locating a list full of countries in Africa on their maps, they started taunting him with a new version of "pretty woman, walking down the street..."
Porablecito! He had tears in his frustrated eyes when he told me. I knew that the other tease him often, but those stupid, thoughtless creatures! Oi! The lion in me was released.
If this was Belize five years ago, I would have gotten my long ruler out and "lassed" their open wrist until I was no longer angry. I do disagree with that disciplinary philosophy with a passion, but I was enraged by the insult. How dare they make a creative, unique person feel bad for his special qualities! This is want I did:
To save the victim more taunting from his classmates, I took a deep breath, and assured him I would take care of it. I finished my lesson. Right before the lunch bell rang, I announced "X and Y need to stay in for a few minutes and have a discussion with me." Their mouths dropped. They were caught. Stupid, ready-made, average kids. They must have seen the fire burning within me because they looked frightened.
If you are a normal reader, you probably have figured out that there is nothing I like more then interesting thought-provoking, individuals. God created each of us in His image and we all mirror something about His awesome creativity. I don't want my students to suffer for normality.
By the time the rest of the 32 students cleared the room, I sat at a desk and asked what happened. I was very political. I let them realized what they did was disrespectful and wrong. They decided their own punishment, and I let them go. As they were running out the class I told them, "If you ever want to sing that song, you can sing it to me. I am a pretty woman. Not him... he is a nice little boy. Don't be blind". They laughed and went about their little boy lives and ate their lunches.
I hope they remember their lesson.
02 March 2007
Sacred Heart Fair
I wish I had a digital camera this morning. When I arrived at school to take my last exam, I stepped on a circus ground. The Fair begin tomorrow and today the high school students (who share the campus) had their parade. From three different direction three different worldly and sexist songs blared as students ran, pushed and scampered to get their floats ready to parade for an hour around the Twin Towns. Students did everything from dye their hair, paint their faces, and a even saw a boy with balloons under is shirt. I went to a very conservative high school and although I knew schools do such things for their fair, I was a bit bewildered to behold it, even though I was a little jealous that I never got a chance to do all of that.
Tomorrow I am working at the fair. I am going to do some of my community service and help people set up their booths at 6:30 am tomorrow morning. In the afternoon, I am going to take my friend's son out the fair. He is a sunny five year old and I think he will like hanging out with "his Bets" at the school fair.
Between that I have to go to my primary school. I start m practical Monday and I want to set up the standard three classroom that I am taking over. It is not that much of a mess, but there are a few things about the class that need to be changed to fit the ideals my supervisors are looking for. Somehow I need to write my lesson plans for Monday. I got 33 students in my class. This is going to be fun.
Tomorrow I am working at the fair. I am going to do some of my community service and help people set up their booths at 6:30 am tomorrow morning. In the afternoon, I am going to take my friend's son out the fair. He is a sunny five year old and I think he will like hanging out with "his Bets" at the school fair.
Between that I have to go to my primary school. I start m practical Monday and I want to set up the standard three classroom that I am taking over. It is not that much of a mess, but there are a few things about the class that need to be changed to fit the ideals my supervisors are looking for. Somehow I need to write my lesson plans for Monday. I got 33 students in my class. This is going to be fun.
25 February 2007
Science and Math
I am currently looking for resources (pedology articles, class and individual activities, lesson plans, en todo) to complete my math and science resource booklets for my teaching internship. If you have an ideas I would love it if you would share them with me.
22 February 2007
Value
24 weeks left. Then I will begin my life as a teacher. I have 8 weeks of internship followed by summer classes mixed with a few weeks holidays in there. In August I will have my feeble, but fought for, Associates in Pedology.
I just read an article about English teachers needed in China. Wouldn't that be interesting... the sky is the limit, but in actuality, I want to work hard for a while and save like crazy so I can study special needs and psycho-linguistics. After that, Wide World, here I come.
Currently I am dealing with a tough issue. I was offered a job at an expensive, well-paying private school (name omitted). Although the potential pay-check looks good, I am not so sure about the school. I am not the prestigious school type. I would rather teach in a rural village somewhere, where quality teachers are needed. I want to inspire poor, less fortunate children to learn and dream. Preppy kids? Not me, but the money.... that would be nice so I can get a head start.
I just read an article about English teachers needed in China. Wouldn't that be interesting... the sky is the limit, but in actuality, I want to work hard for a while and save like crazy so I can study special needs and psycho-linguistics. After that, Wide World, here I come.
Currently I am dealing with a tough issue. I was offered a job at an expensive, well-paying private school (name omitted). Although the potential pay-check looks good, I am not so sure about the school. I am not the prestigious school type. I would rather teach in a rural village somewhere, where quality teachers are needed. I want to inspire poor, less fortunate children to learn and dream. Preppy kids? Not me, but the money.... that would be nice so I can get a head start.
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