I am female. I can do the whole reproduction thing if I so choose.
I am a sister. Which means that I am the only one who is allowed to love and hate my sister at the same time. (Well maybe not the only one...)
I am a daughter. I can call my dad 'daddy' just for laughs, never for money. I can wear my emotions plainly around my mother.
I am a friend. This means that I have your back. Always. Even if I think you're being an idiot and a jerk I'll still have your back until you give up on me, not the other way round.
I am a nerd/geek/dork. I can argue the benefits of being an intergalactic smuggler with a heart of gold and I get things such as 'you're killing me, Smalls' typed on a tee shirt. Or 'Schrodinger's Cat, wanted Dead & Alive.'
This list can go on and on. I don't even know what prompted me to write it beside the fact that I was thinking late last night after playing a round of Resident Evil: The Darkside Chronicles on the Wii and wishing I had an Xbox. (Or a Playstation - I'm not gamist.) What that has to do with me listing what I am I have no idea.
Well, I guess I could say that these ideas come from me finishing my first term of teaching. There were some amazing highs and twice the amount of lows. At least once a week I would come home feeling utterly defeated. Now, I may not have battled full on depression but I have moments where I feel life is so utterly pointless and having those once a week because of something a student did or didn't do was hard.
What was even harder was the fact that many of these students have no real identity, idea or clue as to who they are and what they're capable of. They laugh at me for being a geek (which I don't give a frak about because I am a geek.) and then they tease someone else for being different when all I can see are a bunch of young minds going to waste because they cannot see what is in front of them.
Oh, and the language, please don't get me started on the language. I swear occasionally but it isn't my second language, nor is it my third. But the way that some of these kids talk...it's disgusting.
But I am going back next term. And, for most of them, it will be the first time that they've had the same English teacher for two terms in a row. I have a lot of things that I could say about that but I am a semi-logical person and I realise that there is no point. I can't change what has happened to them I can only try to change what will.
And, to end on a lighter note, I have been listening to this amazing talent for the last two days and thought I would share.