All Your Diction Dripping With Disdain...

I start teaching tomorrow. I'm teaching a college course. I'm teaching COM 101. I'm teaching students that are only 3 to 4 years younger, some not even.

This can't be right. Someone's made a mistake. I shouldn't have impressionable minds in my hands. This is what I've wanted for over a year now, and now its here and I feel so ill prepared. I don't know enough.

I can do this... right?



... Who Gives A Fuck About An Oxford Comma.

Under The Bridge Downtown...

How anti-climactic. I just finished my first day of GTA training and what a horribly dull day. I honestly couldn't even tell you what we did today. It didn't seem like we got much accomplished. We did a few ice breakers. We went over the syllabus. We talked vaguely about what was expected of us as teachers and what could be expected from the students. From 9 am to 4 pm. We spent six hours sitting in a classroom of 15 grad students and one professor and I honestly don't have anything to say about it except that I have to know the syllabus front and back for tomorrow for a 'quiz'.

Needless to say, all of my excitation and anxiety was pointless and wasted. All of my expectations, non-existent in reality. And so, now I'm sitting in my new house, alone, and not surprisingly... a bit depressed. I really hope the rest of the semester isn't as big of a let down and so ridiculously dull as today has been. Hopefully all of the boring-ness runs its course in this two week course of GTA training and that is the rest of it for the entire year. Frankly... I would take good or bad turns in life as long as it keeps things interesting. I don't mean drama, cause frankly, I'm not a dramatic person, but I want things mixed up. Just stir it up. Like I've said before, I want passion in my life, and this is so uninspiring.

... Is Where I Drew Some Blood.