Last exam today. I was given the essay questions last week and we could type them up and bring them to the exam, but we still had to write them into the booklets.
That was plan anyway, and we all know what happens to plans. When Liz handed out the booklets I told her I would include the typed version with my booklets and explained that it would be much easier to read. In that instant, Liz made a decision that save me at least an hour. She reasoned that there was no point in rewriting them (I couldn’t agree more). So at 9:05 AM I finished my very last exam separating me from studnet and teaching. For four years I have said that “I’m going to be a teacher”, or even worse “I’m not sure what I want to do”. Even the past few months, when asked about my job search, I’ve said, “I’m just going to be a substitute”.
I had to take the bus home today. So, as I sat on the bus for four hours, it struck me. I am a substitute teacher and have to drop the “going to be” part of my habit filled response.
When I was young my mom had a book where we pasted a school photo and saved various events and school assignments. One of the questions was “what do you want to be when you grow up?” In kindergarten I had recently been to Bonanza Restaurant and was impressed with how the cook cooked o the grill in front of the customers, so that year I wrote “Bonanza Cook Guy”.