Not too much to report. I'm taking the GRE. In April. I've not studied for anything in years. The idea of studying inspires more anxiety than the idea of taking the test. Perhaps to be baldly shown all that I do not know is a lurking fear.
I've started volunteer teaching an English as a second language class. The first session was this past Saturday; it was not my best moment. Nonetheless, the class was friendly and kind and I am confident I will improve. If I have 3 of 13 students show up next Saturday, then I'll know that I was worse than I thought. Odd thing about it was that I didn't feel nervous. I wasn't confident, but I wasn't nervous. Maybe this is a good sign. I'm going to pick up some candy this week and find some games to liven up my "teaching"... maybe I can bribe students to come back.
On another plane, I will not let myself complain about work any more. It does no good and only serves to irritate or enliven sympathetic outrage in those who hear my tales. Rather, I will focus my energies on my nascent and long-term plan to make things better.
Before I go, here's a picture... Dad and I went to the Falcons game Sunday after Christmas. Beautiful sun, lovely walk from Peachtree Center to the Dome.
Here's J. and J.
1 comment:
Ugh. To have a room of people just staring at you blindly, waiting for you to teach them. I admire you. And another ugh to the GRE. Pointless test if you ask me.
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