I keep having these weird experiences of realizing that I'm adult. You think that would have happened when I graduated college (it did), or when I got married (it did). This is different though. I was sitting in my room eating with a few students, and they were talking about "what they wanted to be when they grew up." I joined in and started asking the students who hadn't said anything yet. When everyone had shared, I realized no one had asked me. When I said something about not asking me, they all laughed.
I'm 22. I'm not a grown-up.
They thought I was kidding. I started saying the different things I wanted to do. I listed many, many things...who knows if they'll be accomplished, but they're definitely not impossible.
When I kept talking, I had a student say, "but Mrs. Humble, you're already a grown-up. A teacher is what you picked."
Don't worry, I corrected him.
I made sure he knew I still had plenty of time for my other goals and dreams. We went on to talk about something else, but that really stuck with me.
Yes, I'm teaching. Yes, I'm a teacher. Yes, I like my job and I know that I'm doing what I'm "supposed" to be doing right now, but I have other goals...
I think it's ok to want to be teaching, but not want to be doing this job for 35 years until retirement. That mindset isn't right for everyone, right?
maybe I'm just a little off...
Oh, well. However long I teach. I'll teach with my heart. I'll love, teach, nurture, and laugh for as long as I'm needed, but there's more to come. I just feel it.
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