Back To School

After a couple years of floating around, not sure of what I really want to do with my life, I’ve decided to go back to school.

My history degree was not serving me nearly as well as everyone said it would. My Alma mater has recently felt more like the jumping off point into a pool of indecision and instability. Nobody told me a history degree would be worth anything. In fact all the professors at my University told all of us history majors to choose another focus, but we were all so sure and so determined. We weren’t going to let anybody scare us away from our dreams.
I determined to go back to school, but to study what? My undergrad work had prepared me for so little. I didn’t feel qualified to take my education to the next level. And that’s when it struck me. I wouldn’t take my education to the next level. I would take it to the previous level.
A job opening at the local Jr. High would allow me the necessary class time while I went back to school for a teaching certificate. These last few days I have walked the halls of my new school, as a lowly teacher’s assistant, but with aspirations to one day belong there as an actual teacher, to feel pride in a school once again. The school banners that line the halls and corridors bare the emblem of a mascot that is now mine.

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