Teaching

Somehow I feel as if I'm being drawn towards teaching, inexorably (I like the sound of that word!) When I got my first English degree, it was assumed that was what I was going to do with it from everyone who wanted to know what my degree was in. I resisted, but ended up as a teaching assistant for a few years. I enjoyed the work very much, but knew when the time had come to move on. Now I find myself thinking about teaching. I tutor a couple of children, and love doing that. One thing I'd really like to do and have thought about for a while is lecturing, but have been told that a phd is necessary for that. That is next on my studies list, when I can afford to. I enjoy helping people to learn, and passing on what I know, and helping others to find out, encouraging, bringing on what they already know. I've never had a vocation, things in life have sometimes just happened, jobs have become known to me, and I've gone for them. I want to make a living by writing, but I'm fairly certain that at first I will need a 'base' career and a safety net to work in as well. Money is always the cold reality, sadly. Maybe if I actually played the lottery I would have a chance of winning it. It's like when I was overweight, I would complain constantly about wanting to be thin, and how I could never lose weight, as I reached for a box of jaffa cakes. It took a while to sink in that actually I just needed to eat less and exercise more. Hmm, don't know quite how I got here from teaching, but it's something I can write a little more on. There is a danger of becoming a weight loss bore, but I'm pleased with myself for losing nearly three stone in eighteen months. Just slipped that in there neatly - as I can now slip into a size eight. That was a moment to savour. In the changing room of Next, a lovely green skirt in my grasp, and hope in my heart. I was fortunately not alone to celebrate the moment, two of my friends were with me, and were kind enough to congratulate me. The slim fast shakes had been worth it.