I started school on Tuesday.
Well, I really started on Monday night. Yes, I have a class from 7:00 to 10:00 at SDSU. It's the only class I can take, and so I'm sitting in a desk taking notes at time I would prefer to be sleeping. And yes, I did this all last year on Monday evenings for School of Ministry.
But I digress.
It didn't feel like I started school until I walked into my own classroom. And I wondered what it would be like, would I be nervous, would I know what to do, would I make sense . . .
And it was wonderful.
I love teaching. I love lesson planning.
I signed up for another class, Tuesdays and Thursdays, but I dropped it. Teaching Writing to Secondary Students. I walked into the classroom and just felt a knot in the pit of my stomach. I don't need the class.
It's time to focus on teaching and writing. Finishing the thesis so I can finish my degree. So I can teach and write some more.
A difficult thing to do for someone who wants to know everything.