Sunshine Meets Rain

The 2nd year of my masters program started this week. And even though I’ve been doing this grad school thing a year, I was still nervous as ever to start the quarter. The beginning of the 2nd year marks a shift in the program. The first year we just talked about teaching, we didn’t really do anything practical. This year we’re all practical all the time. We’re making lesson plans, practicing strategies, teaching our classmates and in March we enter the classroom.

I cannot even begin to describe how horrified I am of this. March? The month that is 5 months away from now? That March?

I learned in class Monday that teachers, as a profession, have the highest rate of UTIs because they can’t go to the bathroom during the day. We were asked in class on Monday what we were most afraid of about teaching. I could have rambled on for hours about my fears of becoming a teacher, but now, on top of my learning gaps, crazy policies, my insecurities about myself as a teacher, and being mistaken for a middle schooler, I have to worry about UTIs? Does God not know that I get grumpy when I have to pee and can’t go?

And here’s the kicker: I can’t drink cranberry juice as a preventative measure because then I’ll just have to pee