Junior year of college.
Advising appointment, projected to graduate in Fall 16 in which I start student teaching.
I'm sitting there in her office tapping on my foot, arms folded across the chest, and my eyes wouldn't leave that paper. Looking at it to see how close am I to finish.
It seems like yesterday I graduated highschool in year 2012.
Now....I'm close....I can finally say soon that I graduated in 4 1/2 years.
I can tell people who doubted me on the road of coming at teacher can suck it.
Despite the happy thoughts in my head, I'm also nervous and feeling a bit lucky.
Nervous because I'm close to finishing, but afraid of messing it up.
Lucky because of the college events and life changes I went through.
But sometimes when I feel lucky, I also feel like I didn't belong or wasn't cut out to become a teacher.
I mean I had a crappy freshman year and barely made it into my teaching program when I got like a 3.14 GPA in my 3rd semester of college for me to get in.
Now I changed, started to work out more, hangout with my best friends I made in college, and cut back on drinking.
Maybe I am cut out for this, still can't help but feel that all the doubt I had that people gave me and myself, I can crush it.
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