A Realization

Last week I had a conversation about school with my friend Steve. Steve is a pretty well to do young man about my age. He decided that he didn't want to go to college after high school. He says that he will go someday, but right now he has decided to enter the real estate business. We were sitting on my porch on a Saturday afternoon drinking beer and I was bitching and complaining about school: my 400 level English class and how I haven't had any English classes since freshmen year, my Doc Ryan class that driving me crazy, and a few other things that I just felt like getting off of my chest. He started to say that he wanted to go to school someday but he just wasn't ready for it now. I think that I made the best decision by going to college right after high school, but the decisions I have made since then have been under investigation...I told Steve about how much school sucked and how I can't believe I am going to be a teacher when I feel like I can barely learn. Then he said something that has made me think long and hard about what is really going on. He said,"Man, aren't you excited about being a teacher? You have been doing this for almost four years and you are going to be making good money for living at home. You get to be around kids and you get to have fun. You won't be rich, but you will be making more money than you ever had at any of your bullshit jobs."

I guess I have been getting too wrapped up into thinking about what my cooperating teachers will think of me, how my cooperating principal will scrutinize me, kids that won't listen, yada yada yada. Its alot to think about. The rest of your life? That is insane, I had no clue what a major or minor entailed when I first entered college nor did I realize my situation as a commuter would be drastically different from that of the residents on campus, but I made those decisions and now graduation is getting close and who knows what will await on the other end.....