I sigh as I look at the clock. Almost 10 pm already. I should go to bed soon, I think while I am typing this. I still have photos to upload, bits of my story to write and I also have some reading to do. It’s been a little more than six weeks since my life as a student ended. Tomorrow, my life as an adult will begin.
I’m incredibly scared. I have moments when I think “I got this” but more often moments in which I panic and think “What the hell am I doing? I can’t do this. Why did they let me pass anyway? This is all going to pot!” I will be responsible for educating 5 classes of teenagers. I’ll have to teach them the wonders of the English language. I will have to drag them through grammar instructions and pop quizzes and exams. I will have to be the one to teach them boundaries and to teach them that they can accomplish anything they want to accomplish. A big task for such a tiny girl.
And yet I am also excited. I am excited that real life begins. And it won’t be easy because nothing is ever easy. I am excited that I could potentially be like the teachers who have helped me become who I am today. I am excited that I can teach these kids things they did not know before and I am thrilled to find out their strenghts and talents with them. And finally I am also excited to find my own strenghts and talents and to learn new things.
A new adventure is going to start tomorrow. I will try to blog as much as I can, but it might be less than usually. I will let you know more about my adventure as it unfolds.