Sometimes it feels like things just never change.
Sittin’ on my duff, doin’ homewerk
One month ago, back in the state of Utah, this was my all-day hangout spot.
I sit there…my eyes peeled to my (large) monitor across the room…
…my legs sprawled out…
…while I work on homework n’ stuff.
That homework, by the way, is all great material: Dickens, Tennyson, Pope, and Mallory…
I don’t mind it, or even the assignments.
But the sticky part is that it’s for an English teaching certificate.
All this work just for a little piece of paper that says I can teach? Ya.
Man, is it tough to be in your mid-thirties going back to school.
Just sit and sit…head against the wall…the only movement is typing on the keyboard.
The lack of physical motion sometimes makes me feel like I’m not getting anywhere.
I already feel capable of doing work to be paid for this! Not the other way around!
Gr-rrr. Continue reading