I’ve taken the leap.
I thought before today that I was living the dream, whatever that is, by being a poor college student working part time. Of course, the education was supposed to help me land a real job, where I could work for 40 hours or more a week and never have time to write.
Sounds like a dream come true. Not.
So, to hell with that idea. I dropped all of my classes during the first week of the second quarter and have no intention of returning to the credential program.
From what I understand, teachers spend the day in class, spend their prep periods and lunches grading papers, the weekend and the evenings planning lessons and grading even more papers. They work all day, and at home and on the weekends. Summers off sound great, but teachers get those off because they put in a whole year’s worth of work in 8 months. A teacher friend of mine said that she knew a fellow teacher who logged her hours meticulously and discovered that if she worked a 9 to 5 job, she would have gotten the equivalent of exactly two weeks off a year. If I became a teacher, my life would be teaching and I would write on the side. That is the opposite of what I want.
This girl has got to write. I’ll teach on the side.
Seven Rain 