Every morning, I ride the city bus to school. I get to the bus stop about 15 minutes before the bus is scheduled to arrive. It’s during this time when my mind wanders the most. As anyone who really knows mr can tell you, my mind wanders a lot (man it’s a pain to write bold on a phone). But standing here, alone, watching the migrations of the American Landscaping Truck (Automobilis botanis), I get to think about my life. Not about wanting to become a landscaper, mind you, just in general. What will I be doing in four years? I hopefully will have my degree by then, but will I be applying it? What sort of job do I want to spend the rest of my life doing?

I have quite a few interests, and a Computer Science degree will open a lot of doors in a wide array of fields. Heh, computer arrays. But what do I want to do with computers? Programming, design, graphic design, databases, teaching, cube farmer… no idea. But my mind keeps coming back to teaching.

Hopefully everyone’s had that one really good teacher. The one who loves what he’s doing and loved who he’s doing it for. The teacher who shows up in a toga during a lecture about Rome. The one who asks questions that get you to think, not to think about getting a good grade. The one all the students love but all the administrators hate having to deal with. Robin Williams from “Good Will Hunting,” but less hairy. I think that’s the guy I want to be. Shame that it took me halfway through my degree to realiE that.

I’ve looked casually at what it’ll take to become a teacher in Texas, and it seems doable. But… will I be in Texas in five years? Why would I want to stay here? Conversely, why would I want to go anywhere else? What does it have to offer than is better than here?

Note to self four years from now: don’t worry as much about the past as I’m worrying about the future.
The preceding was posted via mobile phone. Typos may be numerous. The author takes no responsibility for hilariously offensive mistypings.