I became obsessed with windmills (or whatever these things are called) on my drive down to Texas.
The last few days I have been going to my very first 'big kid job' going to 'big kid trainings' and talking about 'big kid things'. Its been interesting to be doing it outside of Utah. Granted I am a student-teacher which automatically makes me a second class citizen no matter what, but I feel like the conversations are a lot different because I am not surrounded by those of my same faith. In some ways its been refreshing , in others its been a bit awkward. (Trying to explain why I don't drink at twenty-six and am declining an invitation to Happy Hour was a highlight.) All in all, I am excited to be here. I can't wait to meet my students, go to high school football games, and help chaperone homecoming...yeah, I'm that teacher.
Last Thursday was my first day on my high school campus. It was a vigorous day of meetings (read:boring), but it was awesome to meet my co-operating teachers who are both awesome and meet my fellow teachers. Throughout the day they had us do all of these 'personality tests' that were 'scientifically proven' to tell what type of people we were. They basically listed off things and we were instructed to pick one t hing from the group and that told what type of person we were. The first one was animals. I looked at the list of animals (a beaver, a bee, an owl, a chameleon and a dolphin) and this was my thought process: 'Well, I lived in Utah so I guess a bee works...But dolphoins are legit. Then again owls are pretty cool and wise and all, but I guess I have never seen one, but if we go off of that I could really only be two of those animals on the list.' (you get the point) I ended up sticking with the bee even though I DO NOT love bees at all. The scientific answer for the type of person I was was totally inaccurate.
So I determined that no matter what you do, you cannot fit me in a box, and that makes me happy.