Hello,
(Warning: this may sound like a self-congratulatory rant, but I really do appreciate any solid advice)
Just two days ago, I left my job working with students in a dorm/school setting with Upward Bound. The job was nuts, 16 hour days, whatnot. Even so, I ate it up, I loved it. Now that I'm back home and preparing to go to school, I find myself completely bereft of anything to latch onto that is even close to as meaningful. In the past six weeks, I learned that I...
...have a real gift, not just a talent, for captivating students with the vagaries of English and history....
...could handle being switched into a class of some really tough nyc kids and teaching it so adroitly that they all passed their exams....
...had affected peoples lives so much that I was given a few heart wrenching thank you letters upon leaving.
I thought that when I hurt my knee in football, I would never approach anything with as much skill and passion again. Now that over six weeks I've discovered something again that I thought was gone. But I have to go back to school and classes and other, boring uneventful crap. I mean, I can go back to the bar, relax with whoever, but I just feel like nothing I'm doing is one tenth as meaningful as what I was doing. I just feel empty, and to top it off, nobody at home gets it.
Ah, crap, I'm ranting again. Thanks for listening.
(Warning: this may sound like a self-congratulatory rant, but I really do appreciate any solid advice)
Just two days ago, I left my job working with students in a dorm/school setting with Upward Bound. The job was nuts, 16 hour days, whatnot. Even so, I ate it up, I loved it. Now that I'm back home and preparing to go to school, I find myself completely bereft of anything to latch onto that is even close to as meaningful. In the past six weeks, I learned that I...
...have a real gift, not just a talent, for captivating students with the vagaries of English and history....
...could handle being switched into a class of some really tough nyc kids and teaching it so adroitly that they all passed their exams....
...had affected peoples lives so much that I was given a few heart wrenching thank you letters upon leaving.
I thought that when I hurt my knee in football, I would never approach anything with as much skill and passion again. Now that over six weeks I've discovered something again that I thought was gone. But I have to go back to school and classes and other, boring uneventful crap. I mean, I can go back to the bar, relax with whoever, but I just feel like nothing I'm doing is one tenth as meaningful as what I was doing. I just feel empty, and to top it off, nobody at home gets it.
Ah, crap, I'm ranting again. Thanks for listening.
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