The next step

I've made a big scary decision.

For a long time now I've been curious, I say curious but really I mean terrified, about what my career would look like in its entirety. And i know, it's not something I can really see because I am me now, and my career will span pretty much most of my lifetime, but I'm curious. There really isn't such a thing as a career for life now, and I'm incredibly indecisive about jobs and my career balance, so what am I going to be doing?

And what do I want to do?

I've made my mind up about the next step on my career path. I am returning to University again. For the third time.
Which is a decision that I did not take lightly, believe me.
Another year of study and essays and no free time.
Another year of debt and adding further to my debt.
And another year of being poor, leeching off my family and living with my parents.

I am going to return to University to study for a PGCE FE, to teach English to A level students.

I'm joining the leagues of my peers who have changed their facebook names to join the teaching profession, in the hope that we can influence the next generation.

As a child I used to play teachers. Writing all the names of the children in my class into my own handmade register and would play, diligently ticking off names and writing worksheets and pretending to mark them. My parents told me for years I was destined to be a teacher, and maybe I was. I simply had to do some other stuff first.

My jobs to this day include:
A weekly newspaper round
Making milkshakes for the masses in Eastleigh
Trolley dolly and cleaner in a care home
Sales admin to obnoxious salesmen
Almost librarian (not allowed to be called a librarian, it's complicated)

And now I'm onto the next one. I enrol at University in two weeks for the next chapter. Of course I shall keep you regularly updated, but my imminent start at university has had me busy, hence the slight hiatus in my writing. But the break from the internet is sometimes a charm. More on that another day.

Wish me luck folks.