At the moment I’m meant to be experimenting with writing consciously. Writing with specific subject matter in mind, writing with a purpose. The way they taught you to do it in junior high. But I suppose one more stream of consciousness post won’t hurt.
Baby is asleep, will be waking up from his daily two hour nap any moment now. I am supposed to use this time diligently, but I ended up wasting it on the usual internet crap. i.e. Facebook, Hulu. I am still without a job. But I’d like to think that I’ve gone further mentally. I’ve at least thought about what I want my future to look like.
I spoke with the head of the education department at a local college. I toyed with the idea of getting a masters degree in middle school math. I more that toyed with it. The only thing stopping me at this time is (1) MONEY, (2) a few undergrad math classes. I am 10 credits short from completing the prerequisite math requirement for the masters program. The irony is that I have already completed the most difficult class: Calculus. Three classes in Math will be a breeze. If the nice people at FAFSA would loan me the funds, I’ll be taking those classes in the Fall. And quite possible start the Masters program in the Spring. I am waiting.
In the meanwhile, we are poor. I have to figure out a way to stop our credit card balance from increasing every month. This burden is keeping me from fully embracing going back to school. It’s hard to even think about taking out student loans when you are already in debt. Perhaps I should think more like an American. Isn’t debt the American way? I should think of it as an investment.
By the way, the thing that mainly draws me to teaching, besides the rewarding experience of actually teaching? Summers off. My family and I can spend summers backpacking. My baby will have awesome “How I spent my summer” essays to read in front of the class.
This dream pushes me forward.