Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Frustration

As I embark on my adventures in New York City, I seem to keep saying... when school starts... when payday comes.... when I make friends... this really worries me. I have been saying when... statements all my life. When high school is over... when I go to college... when I go to NYC...

I seem to keep living in the future. I did this through out college and look where it got me.... not so many friends throughout most of college....... So many questions about how my life would have been different in college if I had actually gone out my freshman year and all the other times that I could have done things different.

The reason I bring this up is because of the new chapter that I am starting in my life. NYC is kinda a big place and I want to make the right impression, but at the same time I am not sure how to go about it. I called the girl I met last week and she hasn't called back.. why... I am not sure. We shall see.. it also seems that all of the 'new' teachers at my school are new to the school and the profession but not really right out of college.. aka not my age. It should be interesting.

In talking to my principal today (well... depends on what you call talking. she was talking to the other person in the room) it seems that I will be more of a technology coach rather that a technology teacher. That excites me. I am so excited to be able to show people technology and how it can enhance their classrooms. Although I would say that I am not jealous of others setting up their classrooms, but we shall see.

Ahhh.. the ramblings of a blogger.. laters y'all

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Welcome to real life!. Just remember, college was an extension of your youth.

Now you embark on adulthood. There is no profession that I can think of that you would integrate into with only of people of your own age or background.

That's what makes this part of life exciting. Remember to keep your mind and options open. Be open to making friends and connections of people of all ages and experiences.



Love,

Mom