Growing up so quickly has its ups and downs. I’m on my way to being an independent adult, but so often it feels like I’m getting there too fast.
Part of it is completing college on time. It feels so fast; in less that a year I’ll be doing my student teaching. Although I’ve come a long way in my education and experience regarding teaching, sometimes I get the feeling I’m not completely ready.
Yet that’s the thing, no one is completely ready their first year. No one’s completely ready to grow up and live their own life because there are things we still need to learn, things we won’t learn except from experience. I can ask my dad all the questions about buying a house, or the teachers at school all about teaching in a classroom, but nothing compares to the experience yet to come for me.
Part of me is still scared to grow up. It is the same part of me that wants to stay in my bed, play video games, watch movies, and read all day every day. It’s the part I listen to on weekends or days I’m not scheduled to work and there’s no school. The part of me that desires teaching and surviving in the world always wins, and there’s really no argument to that.