When I grow up...

There are two types of job: those that require you only to perform well at the work site and then clock out, and those that require a bit more of your time.

I believe that teaching is one of these jobs that you don't leave at the office. As much as I dislike homework now, I realize that I am going to be doing a whole lot more when I finally get out of this school. I came to this understanding after I handed in my research paper for history. I had been so focused upon getting the paper finished while I was writing it that I thought that writing papers was the most difficult thing anyone could do. It wasn't until I handed it in to my professor that I thought about what he has to do now. He has to read every 8-page paper and grade them accordingly; all that on top of preparing the lectures and seminars for each week while facing a majority of students that openly display their lackadaisical attitude towards his subject of interest. I can't wait to be doing what he's doing!

I actually plan to teach at the upper-high school level which, though it is very different from university, is fundamentally similar. I won't even have the benefit of having students motivated by making sure their money is well spent. I do look forward to it because I had good experiences in high school and I believe that it can be a very fascinating time as long as there are teachers willing to make it interesting.

Well, for starters...

So this is the first in a series of blogs with the express purpose of enlightening you, the reader, with my opinions and experiences arising from the University life.
In order that you can understand my opinions, you should really learn a little about me and my reasons for coming here in the first place as I believe context is all important. I came here after a two year tour of Alberta trying to establish myself in a career with a two-year degree in Theater Production and wide-eyed innocence found only in those who have never paid for their living accommodations. At the beginning, I was eager, confident and believed that I would get a career for myself before I had a chance to unpack. Two years, three moves and five jobs later, I had a slightly more realistic outlook on my future. I have learned the value of appreciating how young I truly young I still am while acknowledging that I am not getting any younger and with this in mind, I took the money I saved in the high paying jobs of the western boom economy and applied for an English honours degree here with hopes of becoming a teacher.
However, I also realize the folly of over-structured plans and so I am not setting any ideas of a career in stone just yet. Already I have been talking with a professor in a psychology course about some of my ideas about childhood development and I am starting to develop an interest leaning toward counselling more than teaching; but as I am still in my first year, I still have plenty of time to decide on such things.