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Two realisations
Now, these might seem obvious to most, but my brain is a funny little place and it can take quite a while for anything to figure itself out.
Realisation 1) Uni stuff really isn't that hard. I spent 5 hours today reading for my essay and I think in the end it'll be fine. It'll all be fine. And I like teaching. The hardest part of the next 6 months is keeping on top of both whilst negotiating my treacherous inability to rememberanything deadlines.
Realisation 2) I'm 25; if I'm very lucky I've got another 75 years left. This means two things: firstly, 6 months of teacher training followed by a scholastic year as an NQT are not, in the grand scheme of things, a drastic length of time; secondly, I have up to 75 years to explore the world. Since I was 14 I've planned my gap year (and put it off and put it off and put it off). Nowadays I know a year could never be enough. But that's okay! Because I will have 75 years - more or less - to live in a hundred different places and sail across oceans and drive over continents and just experience all the different shades of human life there are. It's no longer bound by ideas of settlement. If I have a partner, they must understand that very essential vagabond side of my nature; and if we have kids, then they'll just have to learn how to pack light. There's really nothing in the world to stop me.
Realisation 1) Uni stuff really isn't that hard. I spent 5 hours today reading for my essay and I think in the end it'll be fine. It'll all be fine. And I like teaching. The hardest part of the next 6 months is keeping on top of both whilst negotiating my treacherous inability to remember
Realisation 2) I'm 25; if I'm very lucky I've got another 75 years left. This means two things: firstly, 6 months of teacher training followed by a scholastic year as an NQT are not, in the grand scheme of things, a drastic length of time; secondly, I have up to 75 years to explore the world. Since I was 14 I've planned my gap year (and put it off and put it off and put it off). Nowadays I know a year could never be enough. But that's okay! Because I will have 75 years - more or less - to live in a hundred different places and sail across oceans and drive over continents and just experience all the different shades of human life there are. It's no longer bound by ideas of settlement. If I have a partner, they must understand that very essential vagabond side of my nature; and if we have kids, then they'll just have to learn how to pack light. There's really nothing in the world to stop me.
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