A New Adventure
For those of you who followed me during my teaching adventures in Indonesia, I now hope to share with you a new kind of adventure—the kind where I’m the student and the jungle is made of concrete and furrowed brows rather than palm trees and large water monitors, like Kevin. You can find these posts over at LEARN.HARD.
So last Tuesday marked the official opening day of my graduate journey in earning an MA in Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages. It was then that I met my cohorts (that word, barf!) for the first time and the faculty and staff who will be my support system over the course of the next two years.
A large portion of the faculty I’m learning with this semester are new to Teachers College this year. It’s as though all of our backpacks are still clean, but prepared to get scuffed and ripped as we navigate our way through the mists together. It’s clear that we all have a certain level of excitement about being together and exploring together and getting lost in the catacombs of Teachers College together. Mostly, it just feels right.
Yesterday there was a BBQ for everyone in the Applied Linguistics & Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages department. I was impressed by the number of folks who turned out, in addition to the homemade brew and delicious food. After a few days of feeling scattered and frustrated and overwhelmed, I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to attend, but I’m so glad that I did. As I walked to the train after having chatted with my fellow students and professors I reflected that in spite of the money concerns, the nervousness, the honest realization that I had forgotten just how much confidence it takes to be brave enough to be a student, I am certain that I am exactly where I belong.
Now, if I could just find a nice, rich person willing to pay for my schooling, Great Expecations-style, I’d be all set!