A melancholy post this. I love blathering on here however this will be my last post. I'm moving on people. I'm still immature and old(er) but life has taken a turn and I need to focus on family and career and SCHOOL. School means I will no longer be a stay-at-home dad. It's a frightening word...SCHOOL. Are people with gray hair allowed to go to school?? I think they are.
Hair color aside, I have a shiny new backpack and I'm ready to go. This year should be very eventful. Tomorrow I take my first class toward earning my Masters in teaching. A teacher. Something I've always imagined but never thought was possible.I'm looking forward to it and I guess I'm a bit apprehensive as well. I think it's a luxury to be able to reinvent oneself. I've always dreamed of having a career that positively impacts other people. Tomorrow is the first step toward that goal. If not now, then when?
P.S. My wife is the most amazing person ever to walk the earth. That may be an understatement...
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Old Dog = New Tricks?
I graduated from college in 1994. Does that seem like a long time ago to you? If you're 60...probably not. If you're 20...yeah...that was like before the iPod was invented right? Right. In my mind it doesn't seem like a long time ago. Probably because I still feel like I'm 21. My wife can attest to the fact that I have the maturity level of someone in their early twenties.
OK so with that in mind who thinks this writer is crazy for entertaining the thought of going back to school? Who thinks this writer's wife should get a medal for not only tolerating but actually supporting this decision? She's pretty awesome. I hit the lottery with her. But that's a different post for a different day.
So...back to me. I ask you...what could have changed in the 17 years since I graduated from college? They still use books and conduct lectures led by professors right? The only difference I can foresee is that this time around I'll have a wife and kids along for the ride. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.
I plan I learning more about a program whereby I go to school for 13 months and at the end of it I graduate with my master's degree and my teaching certificate. If I decide to move ahead with it I'll be too legit to quit by June of 2013. Look out high school students of America!
OK so with that in mind who thinks this writer is crazy for entertaining the thought of going back to school? Who thinks this writer's wife should get a medal for not only tolerating but actually supporting this decision? She's pretty awesome. I hit the lottery with her. But that's a different post for a different day.
So...back to me. I ask you...what could have changed in the 17 years since I graduated from college? They still use books and conduct lectures led by professors right? The only difference I can foresee is that this time around I'll have a wife and kids along for the ride. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.
I plan I learning more about a program whereby I go to school for 13 months and at the end of it I graduate with my master's degree and my teaching certificate. If I decide to move ahead with it I'll be too legit to quit by June of 2013. Look out high school students of America!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
That Cut Deep
Have you ever had an exchange with a friend that really cut you deep...but in a good way? A way that made you rethink things? Something that struck at the heart of what you've been thinking and feeling but were never able to confront it? I did recently and it went like this:
My wife and I were sitting around drinking some wine and generally having a wonderful time with our good friends (another couple) who live in town. We got to talking about what we could help each other with. The scene went like this:
Female Friend to My Wife: "I'm OK with Excel but I really need to be able to produce this spreadsheet to help me map out the sequences for the play I'm directing."
My Wife: "Oh my God! I can totally help you with that. I'll make you a deal. I love the way your house is decorated. If you come and help me arrange my furniture I'll help you with spreadsheets."
FF: "Done"
At this point her husband (my friend) interjects: "So Joe, I'm teaching you guitar. What can you teach me?"
This elicited a smart ass remark about teaching him to paint faster (my former profession) but I was left thinking...what do I have to teach? It occurred to me that I had very little to offer him. He speaks Spanish, he plays guitar and despite my bitchy comment he is actually a pretty good house painter.
It occurred to me right then that I want to teach people things. I want to be helpful. Stay tuned to my life...
My wife and I were sitting around drinking some wine and generally having a wonderful time with our good friends (another couple) who live in town. We got to talking about what we could help each other with. The scene went like this:
Female Friend to My Wife: "I'm OK with Excel but I really need to be able to produce this spreadsheet to help me map out the sequences for the play I'm directing."
My Wife: "Oh my God! I can totally help you with that. I'll make you a deal. I love the way your house is decorated. If you come and help me arrange my furniture I'll help you with spreadsheets."
FF: "Done"
At this point her husband (my friend) interjects: "So Joe, I'm teaching you guitar. What can you teach me?"
This elicited a smart ass remark about teaching him to paint faster (my former profession) but I was left thinking...what do I have to teach? It occurred to me that I had very little to offer him. He speaks Spanish, he plays guitar and despite my bitchy comment he is actually a pretty good house painter.
It occurred to me right then that I want to teach people things. I want to be helpful. Stay tuned to my life...
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