teaching career at 40 or 50 something

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

teaching career at 40 or 50 something

I have officially lost the last few marbles that kept me sane. In addition to my needing to know what will become of me in 5-10 years, I am now trying to figure out my 20-40 year plan. Can you say certifiable? I can. It goes without mention that I stress way too much and that, at times, I can become a tad compulsive, but perhaps this takes the cake. Ok, so here is the plan:

I’ll be heavy in debt once I’m done with my masters’ degree (and possibly a JD or PhD), so I’ll have to have a career/job that is all about the Benjamin’s. Because there are so many ways for me to go, I’m still unsure as to which path I’ll take, but whichever one will be all about the money. Of course, I won’t lose touch with my true passions in life, so I’ll try to maintain a private space for these where they can flourish. I’ve decided that no matter what I do, whether I take the poor or rich path, that I will always have and practice my one true passion- anthropology/life/etc.



Once I have paid off my debts, amassed some conformability level, and proceeded to live as full a life as possible, I will then go about teaching anthropology to high school students and prepping them for the world- College and adulthood.

Teachers for low-income neighborhoods are always being sought after, and that is exactly where I want to start and finish—and hopefully have someone continue where I left off. I doubt anthropology is being taught in public schools, but I’m sure I’ll maneuver my way in there; I’ll even teach social studies at the same time. Seeing as I am a product of the public school system and want to teach it, I’m sure that will give me some brownie points. If more is needed it, I’ll try legal tactics or even go to the public.


So the above is my new train of thought. Circumstances and attitudes may change, but the willingness to change the world will always be with me. I’ve never let that go, and doubt I ever will. At this moment in time, I have been seriously disillusioned by human society. It is time for me to stop whining and join their little game. With rolled up sleeves and a face guard (safety first- ha), I’ll through myself in the ring. Will I survive? Who knows, but I’m going to give it all I’ve got.