The semester is wrapping up, and I'm real pumped about it. My first year back is almost over. I have officially declared my major, English Education, and my minor, Theatre. Is anyone really surprised that 1) I'm going to teach and 2) I'm going to teach theatre? Why didn't I major in this in the first place? Needless to say, I am completely satisfied with my decision. To be honest, this is the first time I've actually ever been excited about my future. I keep coming up with lesson plans for my future students. What can I say? I'm excited!
Growing up is weird. I won't be moving back home this summer. I'll be staying here in Evansville. It's weird. The only thing that really bothers me about it is that I miss my girls. A lot. I think that has been the hardest part of all of this. You get use to seeing and talking to people everyday, and then you have to readjust to not seeing them but maybe once a month, if that, and talking, and by talking I mean texting, once or twice a week. I miss them.
I do have some goals for my summer. I mean the first few weeks will be consumed with a summer class, so my focus will be on that for a while. However, after that, I can have some time to do things. I think I'm going to finally learn how to play the guitar. My dad bought me a guitar several years ago, and I have yet to learn how to play it. I mainly just jam out with real music playing in the background, and pretend like I know what I'm doing. I think I'm going to try and do some writing too. I've been planning this book in my head for years, and have yet to start on it. I have a title, Random Thoughts of a Question Mark, thus the title of this blog. It's basically me writing my story down. All the different chapters and all the different people that have been a part of those moments in my life. I think it could be really good for me to get all of this out of my head and down on paper. My unedited thoughts. Not stuff I would put out on a blog, but a honest look at my life. It just seems like it could be therapeutic. I don't know.
Anyway, I have one final down, and I got an A+ on it. It was my theatre final. I got to play a woman who caught her boyfriend cheating on her, and she calls and epically breaks up with him. I looked good, got to cuss some kid out, and throw my phone. Not a bad final. Just two more finals and the semester is officially over.
Let me end on the title. When I was in high school, I had a teacher that every time we took a test, he would say, "Good Skill." He always told us we didn't need luck, that we had the skill to do it. I don't need luck. I've got the skill. It's time to realize it.
