Break!

Well, I am officially another quarter closer to being a teacher. I just have to tell myself this or I will certainly want to run screaming from the fact that I have two years ahead of me. I told Rob yesterday that I suspect his job situation is because of me. If he were making more money I would be so less motivated to become a teacher and I'm fairly certain this is the path I'm supposed to be on for now.
It's just tough sometimes when I still have the urge to do ten million different things. This last quarter was sort of amazing. I got to learn how to do field work and ethnographic studies and what-not and a part of me would love to marry field work. My professor asked me if I ever thought about pursuing my PhD and I had to act flattered and say thanks and explain the path I'm on right now (stay at home momma/part-time student who needs to have a viable career manifest in the next few years) while what I wanted to do was hug her and cry and shout "Yes yes yes!"
It's not that I don't want to be a teacher. Summers off, great hours, effecting children's lives, yada yada yada. But I know the flip side of that coin. I watched my mom dedicate her life and all of her energy to her kids for the first ten years of her career. I see how it drains her still after 16 years. I know that to be a good teacher you've got to put your heart into it. I know that the reason they have summer breaks is to give the teachers a chance to get their blood pressure down.
Side thought, what is the first thing you always do (or want to do) when you see a puffer fish in a tank at the pet store?