for all the future teachers in the room.

as I sat in my literature class today, I did not expect to feel sad.
we just began reading Till We Have Faces.
I was excited. I get to work on one of my goals for 2010 while doing homework.
but we weren't talking about TWHF yet. we were still talking about The Odyssey. 
Robby asked us to talk about the most helpful exercise we had done in class.
Kari mentioned the proems we had written earlier in the semester.
Robby talked about how important it is to have students write about themselves.
he addressed the future teachers in the room, telling them that this was a good idea.
how can you teach someone if you don't know him or her?

I felt strangely sad and I knew exactly why.
a few months ago, that would have been directed at me.
I would have taken note of it and made it a part of my plan for every first day of school.

but now, after changing my major and having a completely new vision for my life, it took time for me to understand how that relates to my future.
then it hit me, I'm probably still going to be working with students.
if I do tutor high school students in English, I will need to know them.
I will need to find out how they think and learn and come to understand concepts.
I will need to determine where to begin and what concepts to focus on.
I will need them to write for me about themselves.

and so, my sadness quickly passed and was replaced by the hope of a bright future:
a future full of doing what I love.

and that's what my next post is going to be about, because I tend to not clearly communicate how I see my future.