The Roads We Take

It is the beginning of the end.  Next week I will start my last semester as an Edinboro University of Pennsylvania Graduate Student.  I am excited, but I would be lying if I didn't tell you I am nervous as well.  I know my education at Edinboro has supplied me with all the necessary skills to be a successful teacher, but as soon as I graduate I will be moving to Terrell, NC with my soon to be husband.  New home, new town, new state... that's a lot of "new" and it would intimidate anyone.  However, my "teaching tool belt" has acquired all the necessary tools over the past two years; I am more than ready.

It is my hopes to use this blog not only as a networking tool (to bounce ideas of other educators and find the teaching position of my dreams), but also to document my last few steps down the road of my formal education, as I make the turn onto the road of my professional life; "The Road to Teaching" if you will.  The inspiration for creating this blog came from my "Technology in the Classroom" Professor, but the theme behind it was inspired by Robert Frost's poem, "The Road Not Taken."  My journey has been one of  twists and turns, grass and gravel , peaks and plateaus.  I have made decisions others might not have been able to make, and faced adversity others will never have to overcome. I couldn't have done it alone, but I always did it with my head held high.  

Having said that, I will leave you with Frost's inspirational words about choices:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then too the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I marked the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost