My roommate always told me, "Jules, when you turn 22, all your bones just start to hurt." I always laughed it off until today. I woke up this morning a 22 year old. I had an interview at 9, so I was feeling the 22 blues and was trying to calm the nerves in my stomach (I am sure the birthday cake breakfast didn't help).
I think someone had a master plan for my birthday today. I knew nothing could compare to the 21 lemon drops that was my 21st, but getting my first classroom was really creeping close to it. Being an education major, this is the day I've dreamed about and agonized about all summer during my job hunt. I guess wishes really do come true. I was hired during my interview, met my co-teacher, and was given 3 hours to be in my classroom before parents and students would be arriving for open house.
I feel like this is the job someone made for me. I will be teaching 4K at St. Anthony's. It is a Catholic school in downtown Greenville. My class will follow the High Scope curriculum (kudos to Dr. Lee for teaching me all about it). This means that I will teach until 12. After 12, I will visit my students families at home for home visits. We will set weekly goals and long term goals for their children. It will be an adventure for sure.
I still don't feel ready for this new "real" world yet, as I run home to dad to help me fill out my paperwork. How am I supposed to know what insurance to get? I did just turn 22 a mere few hours ago. But I can't turn back now. I have 16 kids calling me Miss L, a key to a classroom, insurance, and taxes all in one day. As I struggle with my exhaustion, excitement, and nerves, I can't help but think about my friends moving back into PC.
This blog will not only chronicle my first year out of college, my first year of teaching, but also those things I miss most of my beloved Alma Mater.
Today, the thing I miss the most about PC is the CEPs. For those who went to PC, you may be thinking WTF?! and for those of you who didn't, CEPs are cultural events that are required by the school. They usually last an hour and you must get 20 before graduation. Now for those of you thinking WTF?!, let me explain. I didn't necessarily like the speakers or performances (though some weren't horrible), what I loved most is that everyone had to go, so it was a way to see everyone. Sitting with your friends, you could see who other people were sitting with and talking to. You sat by people you may not have known well and listened to their conversations. As creepy as it all sounds, we all do it. We all secretly enjoy when that one person makes a crazy remark or another gets "spoken to" for having their cell phone out. They were entertaining hours, performances aside. I left CEPs feeling like I got my fill of gossip for the week. While you may still think I am crazy, one thing I will miss most about my 4 years at PC, is the CEPs.
So, yes, my bones hurt. Hello, 22. Hello, Real World.
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