Monday, February 11, 2013
Silence
It would suffice to say I am mid-thought most days. If I finish the thought, I rarely have time to digest it, much less type it out... As I write from my bed- phone light in my face- I can't help but soak in just this hour of quiet that I have....nothing. Silence. It is a missing piece of my life. I remember when Jaden was little that I was so glad to be in the car by myself.. Radio to myself.. Singing at the top of my lungs. Recently, however, like tonight on a quick errand, I found myself sitting in silence. The radio was off.... The hum of the engine.. A click in the left wheel... But silence. It was grand. I hope to find it again a little every day. I sometimes seek it in a stolen moment hiding in the house or a quick shower. I adore it. I also adore the messy-faced interrupters that end it.
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This post is poetic without fitting the classic parameters of what is considered "poetry." I write poetry infrequently, as I have found that my bipolar disorder/OCD medication tends to cause me to experience writer's block with great frequency. Nevertheless, I am babbling on incessantly, and so I will cut to the chase and opine on what this post really makes me think about.
ReplyDeleteI graduated from the University of Tennessee last year (May 2012), and I knew that I had a lot to look forward to as well as more work academically to be completed. It goes without saying that I am going to have to earn my Masters in History in order to work as either an archivist or a museum curator, and after 11 years of sporadic studying between Pellissippi State and UT, I really do not look forward to returning to school, but duty calls, and I shall rise up to the challenge again as I always have.
This past year, I have worked at Powell High School as a substitute teacher. The purpose for doing this was to gauge my interest in becoming a teacher of History and/or U.S. Government. I have a minor in Political Science, having finish just nine hours short of also having a degree in that field, so I am more than qualified to teach those courses at a high school level. (I may still go back and complete that degree at a later date.) However, in light of being cussed out, insulted, yelled and screamed at, and consistently being disrespected by my students when I work (the fact that many of the senior girls flirt with me is really pretty harmless), plus the new stringent state standards for education as well as the Draconian new system for evaluations, I have decided that I have no desire to teach unless I do so as a professor at a community college.
The last thing I will add is most definitely attributed to your blog, as the previous paragraphs were to primarily and in a brief fashion update you on what has happened to me over the past year or so. I have often found that when I come home, I crave silence. It is soothing to me, a nice respite from the craziness of the students at the school. I have since replaced said-craving for silence with posting on my newest blog, which seems to be doing quite well because I am getting dozens of page views from people in the U.S. as well as Russia, China, Great Britain, France, Germany, India, and Indonesia. It is amazing what kinds of people one can attract when one writes about politics from a conservative-Libertarian perspective, considering that there are so many members of the political Left out there. I have yet to receive a comment other than from my father, which was over the issue of gun control. That is the political issue over which he is most passionate, as he is a major proponent for the Second Amendment.