A short Slice of Life post tonight, since I’m only just getting home, but I wanted to record something! Here goes nothing!
I love setting up my things in a classroom on the first day of school. Not the first day of school as a teacher; even after eight years in the classroom I still get too nervous to really enjoy the first day of school. But the first day of school when I’m a student. I love finding my seat, trying to figure out who the least objectionable person to sit next to is. I love spreading out my notebook, my planner, my water, my coffee, my journal (OK, so I’m a high maintenance student). I love getting the syllabus, ordering my books, uncapping my highlighters and getting to work.
I’ve always been a student. I’ve always loved to learn. I always read more books than I needed to, finished more problems than I had to, wrote more pages than I was asked to. Three years ago I went back to school for my doctorate. Today, I had my last “first day.” After this semester, I begin work on my dissertation. No one will be there to give me a syllabus and deadlines. I’ll be completely on my own. And that’s an exhilarating idea, but also a nauseating one. No deadlines? No gold stars? No A+s? How can I learn?
I know how I’ll be able to learn. I’ll sit at a desk or a table. I’ll open my notebook, just like I did today. I’ll start to write. Just like I am now.