Holy God What Have I Done...?
I did something yesterday.
After one and a half years of wandering aimlessly through the human wasteland that is a midwestern university's campus, I finally did something yesterday.
Yesterday, I walked into a large, unstable looking building called University Hall. I stepped into the elevator looking to go to the 19th floor. I failed to notice that the elevator was on its way down. I went to the basement and remained in the elevator. The elevator returned to the first floor. The people who then got in, who had declined to get in with me the first time, could hardly contain themselves. Bastards.
I finally made it to the 19th floor. I made my way to the end of the hallway. I entered a room. I talked for 15 minutes. I declared a major. English, Secondary Education. I am going to be a high school English teacher.
Most of me feels incredibly relieved. After thinking for 2 years that my formal training was to be in writing, which is edu-speak for unemployed after graduation, I actually have a career which I can look forward to throwing myself into. However, there is the part of me that says I just threw myself into the fire. I am going back to high school. I will end up back in that perennial soap opera, The Disaffected and the Insecure. What was I thinking?
The most worrying thing, perhaps, is that I'm not all that scared. I'm incredibly excited. I'm on a high that I doubt any sort of petty schoolchild drama can bring down.
Is something wrong with me?