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| Me: Being a Typical Indecisive College Kid.Despite my previous desires, I don't believe that I want to be a high school art teacher. Instead, I think I want to either work for a homeless center, women's shelter, or something of the sort. Either that or a human rights group (such as but not necessarily amnesty international). I want to do something art-related but not graphic design.
As I see it, a license to teach would not hurt in apply for jobs working with people. I'd switch to a double-major in social work or something, but this would be a problem for 2 reasons:
1) Dayton doesn't have a social work program, so I'd have to transfer.
2) I have to complete 132 credit hours with my current major. This means that I have to take at LEAST 16.5 credit hours per semester already. If I added another major, I'd probably have to stay another year or two and take over 18 credit hours per semester, which does not seem fun, especially with studio work outside of my 3-hour art classes, plus student teaching for about 4 hours a week.
Soooo... I'm not changing my major. These days most jobs don't even require you to have a particular degree. They mostly just want to see that you have a bachelor's in SOMETHING and that you can learn quickly how to do the job.
I think I might go back to school at IUSB or something once I get finished with my 4 years at Dayton to get a social work degree. It's less expensive to go there for 2 years than it is to stay at Dayton for one more year anyhow.
We'll see. I'm in a bit of a rut right now. But I think that student teaching (beginning next week! Ahh! back to high school already?!) will be beneficial in understanding different types of people. | | |
| Look! I'm alive. Yes siree, I am!
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| I haven't posted in forever.Happy Easter =)
Or, as Terry puts it, "Happy Empty Tomb"!
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| There are some days in which I feel as though my heart is being torn into a million pieces. I want one thing, and try to articulate that, but fail horribly and leave my friends, my family, or whomever else in this web of confusion. I don't want to cause pain to anyone, yet I feel that no matter what I decide, people expect me to always have the answers, and always have love to give. I feel stressed, irritated, lonely, and depressed my fair share of the time too. I want to cry tonight-- shed more than just the few usual tears. I can't though. I can't bring myself to feel the release of this pain. I deserve it. I deserve every bit of it. I've been wretched. I don't know where I am at this point in my life. I don't know where I'm supposed to be going. All I know is that someone out there---someplace is calling for me, reaching for my soul--- and I'm not able to answer or offer that grasp of love to them. I'm not capeable of being happy; instead I am contained in contentment. Life passes me by each day, begging for the release of my own self. I grasp onto the past though, straining it all for what it's worth. I remember names, faces, and say hi to strangers to account for the friends that I feel I've lost. Those I've hurt become faces in my memory, and those I've just met become the new palettes. Each day is a new picture to paint; new people, places, situations. But I'm like the artist that puts the one little mark on her work, to bring it all together-- the slight strokes, or an island in the distance. Something has to be there to link it all together. I can't let go of those that I've let down and I can't seem to bring myself to move on entirely into a future that I can't fully determine. Life as I know it has been viewed throughout a window. The rustle of the wind, the movement of the trees, and the splashing of the rain are all that keep my heart yearning for something more. | | |
| I'm special... want to know why?
JILLIAN AND LIZ VISITED ME AT WORK YESTERDAY! | | |
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