It is time. The semester that I have been working for since I started this journey in January of 2010. Student Teaching (Yes, all by myself). I have picked high school history and it shall start January 8th. Am I excited? More like petrified. Not of the kids, but of the fact that I may not teach them one darn thing. What if I bore the crap out of them? Wait, I’ve bored the crap out of many students I’ve tutored, I know. I’ve seen the vacant look in their eyes, kind of like me, the night before a final exam, when all information has left my brain and I freeze in terror that I’ll make a 68 or some other worse grade.
But I am determined to succeed! My Christmas break shall be spent relishing the fact that for me, undergraduate finals are over. Yet now I must conquer the daunting task of filling out the numerous graduate school applications. It’s almost like a test in itself. Writing a personal statement, sending in transcripts, a writing sample, recommendation letters, CV resume, and so much more packed into a week or a day in order for them to tell me “You’re GRE grades are just average! NO ADMITTANCE!”
Yikes! I think I’m going to go bake some cupcakes. I need some comfort food.