We've got one more day of classes tomorrow, giving out final on Thursday, and graduating (with distinction!?!?!?! pantpantpant!) on Friday. Three hours after we walk... I'M OUT.
Things I now have experience in: telling Mom her son isn't doing my homework; memorizing 16 secret handshakes; accidentally swearing in front of a kid ("Do your reading, Aaron. Don't bullshit me." OOPS.); enjoying the daily grind; panicking at having 20 copies of the wrong handout 2 minutes before the bell; getting a text message at 11:05 PM from an overeager student ("HEY TRUDEAAUUXXZZZ I'M UP LATE! LOLXZ!"); getting the best feedback ("I don't like reading but I like reading this."); logging grades; a beer after 5 days of teaching.
And it occurs to me that just because it's almost graduation, I'm definitely not ready to say I'm going to teach for the win. Teaching FTW is a marathon, a grind, and a labor of caffeine and hair loss love. Maybe I'll try to solicit a statement from MG or Orin about my prospects. They've got to be on board, right? If not... well, I'd find their lack of faith... disturbing. Maybe "with distinction" will be as good a marker of my trajectory as any. Either way, alea jacta est.
And I'll let Marv Alberts do the rest. FOR THE...
...to be continued.
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