So, I started teaching on my own last week--well, technically it was the Thursday before last week, but last week was the first full week. It was interesting. I don't think that the kids really liked the switch over, and I still don't wield ultimate power...I am, as the Coach said, like their step mom. It's been challenging, but fun. I've already learned a lot about teaching. And sometimes as I stand in front of the class, I can't help but think "am I really doing this?" It's just weird.
Texas is weird. Everything here is weird. My house is wearing on my emotions, and my sinuses.....And I find myself lonely often. I wish I had a friend a good girl friend here. I miss the camaraderie of the saints in Utah. I realized this as I watched conference and wanted so badly to be there, with other Saints, able to listen to Conference on the radio and talk about it in class the next day. I miss being able to just talk openly with vernacular specifically and peculiarly Mormon. I miss the comfort zone.
I guess "the reality of the daily grind" has finally set in. And I can't help but find myself loning for something familliar--a face, a place, a friend.
Don't get me wrong, I love teaching. I just wish Texas was a little more like home.
