Monday, February 18, 2008

So Eager to Go, I May Not Need the Plane!

I just can't wait to leave! I keep looking at the pictures of where I'm going to be living for the next year, and reading over the final advice from Marilyn, and it makes me giddy with anticipation. I'm so excited that I feel like I could fly over there without the plane!

I am especially eager to meet my director. She has been beyond wonderful through this whole confusing, frustrating process. I think the two of us are going to get along famously. She's even offered to take me hiking when I get there. I've worked well under every employer I've had owing to a good work ethic, but I find jobs so much more enjoyable when I'm privileged to have a good boss. I just hope I can exceed her expectations.

My biggest worry right now, besides general fears concerning delayed flights and lost luggage, is that I won't be a good enough teacher. I adore kids, but I have limited experience in teaching them, and zero experience in teaching children who don't speak the same language as me. I want more than anything to be the sort of teacher who not only instructs, but inspires. I want these kids to enjoy being in my class and to enjoy the English language. It has its quirks and faults, but overall it is a very vivid, descriptive, and fun language. I just hope I can keep things fresh and interesting for my students so that they, too, can relish the delights of the English language.

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"