because it’s apparently such a horrible flaw to have.
This has been driving me crazy since high school. I remember often being one of the only people in my class to question people on their usage of “gay” as an insult. I’d ask “What, do you think this book enjoys having sex with books of its same sex?” and since it was high school they’d just say something snide and wander off. Teachers didn’t stop them, other adults around me didn’t stop them, and I’m thankful that my own feelings on the subject were strong enough to persevere, that I had a group of friends who felt the same way. But it still hurt, and I was and am only about 20% gay.
Words are powerful, and I think that’s something that a lot of people don’t realize.
#seriously though. #to say that something is gay ISN'T an insult to it. #at least in my eyes. #but people act like it's sOoOoOo offensive. #like really? #why is it such a TERRIBLE thing? #lgbtq #gay #teaching #why I want to be a teacher #blog
This year feels like it’s going to be really great. Things just feel very…decisive, and for me, a lot of that comes from the decisions I made toward the end of last year (pun not intended). I solidified my decision to be a teacher, and nothing says commitment like taking 20 credits of English and getting a 3.85 overall GPA. I ended an unhealthy relationship, one that had been messing with my life since high school. I moved out of a gloomy apartment and moved into a cheerful apartment full of amazing, supportive people, and mushy and cliche as that sounds.
Previously, thinking about the future always had a note of dread to it. I didn’t want to think about it, because it was scary and I didn’t really know where I wanted it to go. Any move in the direction of a decision just made me feel like I was missing out on so many other possibilities, made me worry that if I didn’t make the right choice, that would be my last chance and I would be trapped and unhappy for the rest of my life. When I was a kid it seemed like anything was possible, and thanks to the strength of the economy and the general good place that the US was in, it pretty much was. But as I got older, not only did I start to come to terms with reality, the reality I was coming to terms with got a lot less pleasant. The promise of a job in return for 16 years of schooling used to be a given, but now it’s so unsure. I know people who are going to grad school instead of entering the job market, just because they can’t find a job and instead end up living on financial aid and scholarships. That just doesn’t seem right to me.
I have plenty of anxiety about the future, about my chances at getting a job as a teacher, about all sorts of things, but now when I think about my possible future, things look all bright and shiny, instead of resembling a cliff that I’m about to jump off into some kind of unpleasant unknown. And I gotta say, that feels pretty damn awesome.
#the future is shiny #teaching #economy #school #college #anxiety #possibilities #blog
“How many of you have ever had a teacher that changed your life? How many of you have ever thanked that teacher? Just think about you. You’re going to become that person who changes a child’s life, and they probably won’t thank you, so just remember how you feel about your own teachers.”
I started a class today about education, and when my teacher said this during lecture, I almost started crying. Granted, I’ve been an emotional wreck lately, but that does not make the feeling less important. She voiced one of the main reasons why I want to teach, why no matter how thankless and difficult my career is likely to be, I know that at the end of the day, I’m not going to regret my choice.