Time Flies | My thoughts on becoming a teacher.
OK this is a bit of a random rambling post from me about how I am feeling recently. I know a lot of you won't read this. But this is my blog to do what I wish with and I wish to get these thoughts out of my head and onto paper (so to speak) maybe then I can understand how I feel, you know what I mean? sometimes it helps just to write things out.
So I'm starting college next week, well not 'starting' starting. I've already done my undergrad; yup I have already done three years in college.
It literally feels like yesterday I was in my final year of school freaking out (well not really) about my leaving cert and how hard it was going to be and whether or not I would get enough points to do arts. It is hard to believe that it was way back in 2010 when I was last in school.
I remember those long school days so clearly. Sitting outside in the sun with my friends, being constantly yelled at to 'get off the lawn' by our hilariously silly Vice Principle.
Dosing in Art class with Maria, Iosac and Philip (or Ronand as we liked to call him) we had such fun in that class, and I still miss it to this day.
I remember the trouble the boys used to cause our French teacher, by sticking the board wiper to the ceiling and what not.
Oh how I remember those maths classes where everyone was so hopeless and my teacher absolutely loved me for looking like a genius in comparison.
English, where I lusted over a boy I liked (who is now my boyfriend) who helped me read the teachers incredibly bad writing on the board.
Geography where I either talked to my friends or fell asleep most of the time because the teacher was so boring (ironic that I went on to study Geography eh?)
The memories go on...our table in the canteen, sausage rolls, our school play, going home on the bus with Aisling, cooking in home-ec, how my Irish teacher never failed to make me laugh every-single-day.
Looking back now, I remember school fondly. I remember it as a good time full of friendship, fun and no responsibilities (apart from doing home-work) Of course there were things about school I hated when I was there and I couldn't wait to get away from.
But in all honestly, looking back now, secondary school was a very happy time in my life, I didn't realise that at the time but now to this day, I am still sad that its over and that I will never be going back.
Well not as a student anyways.
And that's where I come to the point of this post, although there isn't really one, I am just acknowledging how fast life passes by and time catches up on you.
I will be going back to that school, but this time as a teacher. In my teaching practice for my Postgraduate Diploma in Education. I honestly find this crazy. I am going to be teaching there now, what?!! I knew this was going to happen some day, but when I imagined it in school I pictured it in the distant future, where I would be a much more mature and sophisticated person with a much different life to I had then.
That's why I can't believe I'm starting this now because I feel like I am exactly the same person I was when I was a student there. Maybe others on the outside would say I have changed and matured but I honestly do not feel like I have. Yes I have the experience of college under my belt now, but I feel like I have the same attitude and personality and.... life. I live in the same place with the same friends and the same boyfriend as back then and I still wear hats with ears for goodness sake!!!.
This does quite worry me. How do I suddenly become a teacher and not a student? How on earth do I pull this off?
I feel like time has gone so fast, but I have remained the same. I feel like it has caught up with me, tapped me on the shoulder and said "ok, time for you to be a teacher now" and I am just like "wait, what, I am still just that student"
Do you ever feel like time is going too fast and catching up on you? Do you ever think that you should have changed and grown more in a space of time but you have remained the same?
I honestly cannot believe this time has come, for me to return to school from the other side.