I survived **updated**

I survived my first night of teaching.

Whew...

**update**

So, I finally have a moment…just a moment to catch my breath.

My one and only yearly fundraising event, which I am responsible for at work, is next Saturday. So until then it’s non-stop for me...I’m in “event mode” if you will.

Do I fell like I’ve bitten off more than I can chew lately? Yes, but what’s new. I do this all the time and I have no idea why I do this to myself.

How on earth did I get to this point?

Well, I work full-time…like most everyone else.

Then, I decided that since I worked at a college and could obtain my Master’s degree for cheap cheap cheap I thought I’d be a fool not to. So, I start working Master’s in Education, majoring in Professional-Technical/Technology Education (PTTE).

Then, I met with the PTTE division chair to make sure that I am on the right track with my graduate studies and while we are visiting she tells me that I should teach a class and to let her know when I was ready. Gulp. Ok.

Well, I didn’t feel exactly ready, but thought I would give it a whirl anyway…I mean, I thought I’d better figure out if I even like teaching before I get too far into my master’s program.

So, I applied as a part-time instructor and the next thing I know I’m being offered the chance to teach not one but two classes this semester. Now granted, I accepted a part-time position as an instructor with the idea that I was “getting my foot in the door” with the hopes that sometime soon after the baby comes a full-time faculty position will open up and I might, just might, have a chance of being hired. I only wanted to teach one course this semester, but my division chair asked if I could teach two and did I have the guts to say no? hell no! I didn’t want her to think I wasn’t flexible and couldn’t handle it…remember the goal here is to become full-time faculty.

So, here I am teaching Intro to Computers on Tuesday nights and Intro to Entrepreneurship on Monday nights, working full-time and going to school part-time. It makes me tired just writing it. I’m not complaining…just feeling overwhelmed and can’t wait until this damn event is over so that I only have to worry about prepping for my classes!!

p.s. I figured out last night why I want to become a teacher when I know I won’t be paid squat….first, I know that I will make a difference in the life of a student this semester. After meeting 14 of them last night, I know it in my heart. Two, you can’t beat the work schedule as a single mom to be!!

Finally. I feel like my life has a purpose.