Wednesday, May 03, 2006
I'm Hot for Teacher?

SleepGoblin started it, Spinning Girl helped prompt it, and a number of my friends have fueled it.

I'm thinking about becoming a teacher. I've taken these stupid Praxis tests for the subject matter part of it--I obviously know just enough history and geography to become a social studies teacher. Combined with my worthless Social Work B.A., I'm qualified.

Interestingly enough, the test given to measure one's capability of passing the information on is the one that I scored the highest in--like the top tier.

So, I may not know what I'm teaching, but I'll know how to teach what I don't know.

I should fit in quite well with Georgia's education system.

Here are the things standing in my way:
Indecision: Is this the right path for me? What about writing? What about becoming a lawyer or a therapist?
Laziness: I have to complete nine billion steps to get certified. BORRRRRINNNNNGGGG.

Oh, yeah. That other thing:
I HATE TEENAGERS, but I'm qualified to ONLY teach grades 6-12.

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