Sometimes I like to dream of a world beyond the classroom. Of course I love my kids, but sometimes the bureaucracy of school just wears you down. Yesterday was one of those days. One of those days when I was so depressed about teaching that I almost couldn't do it. And THEN I went into my first period and the students failed, bombed, absolutely terrible on a test they should have done great on. (Sure it was a map test on Eastern Europe, and no one really cares about Eastern Europe, I mean honestly, do you know where Moldova is?) But still...
I text Jason some overly dramatic text.... good thing he is learning that I like to be really dramatic, because I felt bad when he actually came rushing to my side when I text him, "I think I am dying." because my pain level was significantly high...
But then a student was in the middle of a presentation on the culture of Russia when he said something and it hit me. Like a bolt of lightening. It really was like a weight I've felt for years wondering what in the world I would like to do was lifted off my shoulders.
What would I like to do you ask? Be a travel agent. Duh right??????
I teach World Geography. I love traveling. I love organizing trips. Why in the world didn't I think of this years ago??????????????????????????????
Now don't worry Dad, I am not going to get any crazy idea like quitting my job for this new found dream. But I think this summer I am going to go try and work for an agency. Now do I have any idea what that means? Nope. Do I have any idea what kind of experience I'd need or how I'd do it? Nope. But by George, I think I've got it!
P.S. if anyone knows anything about how I could go about living this new found dream... any idea help would be fantastic.