My first two exams were this week. Things didn't go well. The classes are tough -- math and science. And it's challenging enough getting used to a new school, young classmates, new profs. But right now it seems additionally hard to concentrate with the "mentally diseased"/college hatred stuff going on... getting force-fed to my parents, aunts, cousins, old friends. Just so much garbage that I wished would go away now that I've moved. But it is still lingering, clouding my head, pulling down on my life. I'm finally reading "Combatting Cult Mind Control." I wish I would have read it sooner, but didn't dare have it around where my parents would find it. I have my second session with a psychologist this next Friday. I've already talked to an advisor about some of my personal JW history and problems with the classes.
Oddly, or interestingly, she immediately jumped and said, "Have you thought about teaching?"
Me: "Uh, no. I didn't think I had the patience."
Her: "I think you'd do great. You seem to have a good enough grasp to handle high school math and science. You seem to know what would improve the college courses. Next semester you could switch to College of Education, take much easier classes, and be done in a couple of years. You'd easily find a good job."
{sigh} Mom just called and I let it roll over to voicemail. I just couldn't handle telling her school isn't going well. She's not a particularly kind and caring person. So here I am, wishing I could cheerfully say that things are going great. It's been a rough and gloomy week for me. I could use a hug, a beer, something...
