When I was involved in research as an undergraduate I absolutely hated it. In both of the projects that I was involved in I found myself wondering what the heck I was doing there, and really disliking the work I was doing. First time I said, hey maybe it was just a bad experience. I tried again- nothing clicked. So at about the same time as my series of epic research failures I started tutoring a kid named Sammy in a program through school. I can’t remember why I started. Sometimes at college I really felt confined within the bubble of the school. I also hadn’t done much else with the first two years of college besides play football. That might have been part of it. Regardless of the reason I found I really enjoyed the program, and found we got along really well. I had similar experience my senior year with another child was in kindergarten. The kids are adorable enough to make me question doing secondary. But alas, I would go nuts with the material, I think.
I started applying to programs like Teach For America, NYC Teaching Fellows, and other fellows programs in the cities in the northeast. As I was writing the application for the programs, my opinions and emotions about education really evolved and came to the forefront of my consciousness. I have always felt very strongly about education, and the power of a good teacher, but somewhere in college I put that on the back burner. Maybe it was the plethora of genuinely mediocre professors the past four years that did it. I digress. Writing these applications made me realize I had a lot of strong feelings about education, and if I really wanted to do this, I should go about it the right way. While TFA would look great, i’d get thrown into one of the roughest schools in the country, battle daily, and likely decide I was done after two years (like most corps members). So I applied to Warner, ironically at the last minute. I really liked the people I interviewed with, and the GRS program.
After I got in I weighed my options. I had some other interviews lined up, but none of them were definite. Warner wanted an answer before I was even going to go out for them, and they gave me a great deal. It’s not that I don’t like Rochester, I do. It just feels like after you’re supposed to move away, get a job, and come back only for Mel weekend and maybe one other random weekend. Well, that’s not the way it turned out. I really like the classes so far, and the professors have been engaging and personable. I definitely made the right choice, but the other options were tempting. They’re just gonna have to wait until next year.