Finished my first year of grad school and I have a 4.0!
I've never gotten a 4.0 in my entire life
Not in elementary school
middle
high
undergrad
and here I am in grad school is a perfect 4.0.
I have to make it through these three summer classes and then I have field experience in the fall and student teaching in the spring. I am so close and yet to far away!
I remember how stressed out I was before school started. I was so worried I'd fail. I was worried I wasn't smart enough to do grad school.
I've always hated school. ALWAYS.
Now I'm doing awesome in school and a year away from creating a life spent in the school system.
I remember using school as the reason to be single. I used it as the culturally appropriate excuse to escape the scary close intimacy of a relationship where I would be put in a vulnerable situation. So afraid I could keep up the performance of boyfriend and grad student.
We learn so much from our mistakes.
I've also learned what I am capable of in order to reach a purpose that has great meaning to me.
I want to be a teacher. I want that to be a part of the identity of Adam. I believe I would make a better teacher than someone else filling the classroom I will have one day. I believe that and I haven't felt this way about a career before.
nine classes
nine A's
I think back on all the hard work, all the reading, all the projects, all the writing, oh God I am getting closer but I am not there yet. I still have another year. And beyond that I still have the job hunt and the first year of teaching. I've heard nightmare stories but I'm looking forward to that first summer off. Summer of 2018 I will have it completely open to garden and explore the world. Load up my backpack and head out for a month or so. Each year ending a rewarding, exhausting school year of teaching by setting off to a different country to experience.
One step at a time.
One year down and a 4.0
I need to stay hungry and I need to keep my nose to the grindstone.
Summer classes have already started.
No adventures, no road trips, no plane rides over the ocean, this year is killing me but I need to keep going. I have to stay focused. 2016 will be known as a sowing year for future harvests.
Glen Hansard - High Hope