Excitement

What little I knew about life when I was 15 can be summarized into three statements.

1) Highschool drama was a Really Big Deal (with capital letters, like so).
2) I was too smart for my own good.
3) The ubiquitous question "What do I want to do when I grow up" had been answered by the call to work with children and youth.

I spent a lot of time at summer camp when I was a child, and I decided at the age of 15 to become a camp counsellor myself. Thinking back on those days, I'm not terribly sure what inspired me to want to work with children, since I was still a child myself, in many ways. I suppose I figured it was a natural progression of sorts for me. Some folks work at camp because they think it's easy. I wanted to work at camp for the sake of working with children in a relaxed and easygoing setting.

I ended up spending four of my best summers working at two different camps. I held a few important positions, and in that time, my dream of working with children had evolved into an urge to teach youth.

That was when I decided I wanted to become a teacher.

This fall, I finally start Teacher's College. I would have gone right after my undergrad degree was over, like most other teacher candidates, but I wanted to get my Master's Degree first. Turns out, doing that degree actually gave me teaching experience that I could put on my applications. Go figure.

That's why I'm in the Big City. I will be attending Teacher's College here. Now that the necessary pre-registration bureaucracy is over, all I get to do for the next three weeks is wait in anticipation for classes to start.

Given that I don't do much else with my time, waiting in anticipation almost feels like torture. I am finally so close to realizing my dream, it's like I'm now in the waiting room for my lifetime goal. Everyone hates waiting rooms.

I'm sure that if I could see the future at age 15, I would be pretty pleased with myself.