So, on my first official day of student teaching, I will quite possibly be snowed/iced in at my mother's house (the source of non-electric heat). I am sure, although I cannot exactly pinpoint it, that there is some sort of irony in this fact. The first day of my last semester of undergrad, and I am unable to attend due to a highly unlikely "snowpocalypse," which in any part of the deep south any snow may be deemed as such.

Nonetheless, I can't exactly complain about free warmth, free food, and an extra day off. Smores will be part of my diet for the next 24 hours, and maybe I'll get some reading done. And, who knows, perhaps this unanticipated day of rest will insight a much-needed writing topic for my new students.

So, I've decided that I'd like to write. Something. But, I've also come to realize that while, I want to write, it doesn't come easily for me. But I've been told that the best way to learn to write is simple, to write. So here I am. I haven't yet decided what I will write about or how often, but I will try to write. Something.

I am about to embark on what I hope will be a good experience. At the very least, I hope it will be a good learning experience. I begin student teaching in two days. I hope I survive, and what's more, I think, is that I hope I can be successful. As encouraging as my education to become an educator has been, what with the horror stories-- "I cried everyday for the first three years" and "Half of those who graduate with a degree in education won't be teaching in five years"--, I suppose it's an accomplishment within itself to have made it this far. I want so badly to help students see the value in literature and the importance of writing and speaking correctly, but I'm already afraid it may be a losing battle. But I will try. I believe it's a calling, and you can only run from a calling for so long.

I firmly believe that I will ultimately end up where I'm meant to be doing what I meant to do. And I'll be happy. I have a wonderful husband, and a supportive (although initially hard to convince) family who only want the best.

I will try to write, but only when it feels write. I will also tell my students how very important writing is, even though I myself have a hard time committing.

Who knows, maybe it will be my students who will give me the motivation to commit more to my own writing.